"I don't want to tell you what happened in the past, unless you can get better." Mu Chu gently pushed her hands away and put her little hands back into the quilt.

Qiqi let out a sigh of relief, wondering why this Achu has such a weird personality and is unwilling to tell her about the past, but when she thinks about it herself... when will she be able to remember it?

"Be good, when you get better, you may be able to remember it yourself." Mu Chu tucked the corners of her quilt and stood up.

Feeling that he was about to leave, Qiqi felt panic and his little hand explored in his direction again.

Mu Chu held her hand and sat down next to the bed again.

Looking at the panic in her eyes, he sighed helplessly and said softly: "I'll lie with you for a while, and I'll go out when you fall asleep. I still have something to do. You sleep by yourself, and I'll come to find you again when you turn around."

She still felt that Achu's temper was really strange. She just slept with her and told her that he would leave after she fell asleep. Is this how someone coaxed others to sleep? She was not at all relieved to coax her.

But after he lay down with him, he smelled the inexplicable smell of his body, and his heart unconsciously calmed down.

She let out a sigh and asked softly: "What if I can't remember it all the time?"

"I'll talk about what happened in the future." Mu Chu patted her hand, put her stretched out hand back into the quilt, and said softly: "Go to sleep quickly. If you still can't sleep, I won't have time to accompany you later."

Qiqi pursed her lips, not knowing whether he loved her or not, and he didn't speak at all like coaxing people.

She turned her back to him and closed her eyes. Although she was not sleepy, she fell asleep shortly after lying down.

Listening to her steady breathing, Mu Chu stared at her side face for a long time. Although she couldn't bear to bear it, she still turned off the bed, tucked the corner of her quilt, and then walked out of the bedroom.

...

... When Qiqi woke up again, it was already evening and was awakened by the sound of firecrackers.

When she woke up, she was the only one in the room. She had just sat up from the bed and lifted the quilt when the door was suddenly pushed open.

Mu Chu walked in, walked to the bed, said nothing, took her clothes and put them on, then went out to take a basin of warm water, washed her, and then led her out of the dormitory and walked along the corridor to the side hall.

"Today is Xiao New Year. I have made more dishes, you can try it." He helped her to sit down at the table. He stuffed the chopsticks into her hand, took the chopsticks and picked up the dishes in her bowl.

"If you don't cook often, it may not taste very good, so you must be mentally prepared." He said.

Qiqi smiled slightly at where he was, then picked up the chopsticks and held the bowl, and groped and started eating.

The taste of the dish was indeed not very good, but it was not difficult to swallow. She didn't know what kind of man he was, but she could always hear a warm and jade-like atmosphere from his voice.

I guessed in my heart that Achu must be a handsome man, and it would be difficult for him to ask a handsome man to make soup by himself.

So she was not picky at all, and she swallowed everything he gave her.

Until he put a piece of fish into her bowl, she picked it up and just put it to her lips. For some reason, a uncomfortable breath suddenly surged into her chest.

She endured it but couldn't help it. She quickly dropped the bowls and chopsticks and stood up suddenly, and was about to run aside, but her eyes couldn't see it. When she walked out, she accidentally tripped onto the chair.

Mu Chu was always beside her. Her feet had just hit the chair. He waved his palm and waved the chair out.

Qiqi endured it so hard. When the moment he supported herself, she finally couldn't help but push him away. She turned her head and vomited with a wow sound.

After spitting, I immediately started a round of endless vomiting. At the beginning, something was spitting out, but after that, only bitter water was left.

Even if she couldn't spit out anything, she kept spitting out, and it was extremely hard, and even tears were overflowing.

After finally boiling two columns of fragrant flavor, the vomiting sensation gradually faded away.

Mu Chu immediately brought the tea and let her rinse her mouth, helped her back to the room and let her lie on the bed, he said, "I'll cook some porridge for you again, and eat it later, you can rest for a while."

Qiqi was actually a little panicked, not knowing what she was. When he left, she waved her hand randomly and happened to pull on his sleeve.

"What's wrong?" He looked back at her, and when he saw her helpless look, his heart softened, so he had to sit down on the bed and whisper: "It's nothing serious, it's just... it's just because he's pregnant."

The sentence "I'm pregnant" made Qiqi's eyes wide open, but no matter how big she opened her eyes, she still couldn't see anything in front of her.

The little hand holding his big palm kept trembling, and she fell into an inexplicable panic.

When she was pregnant, whose child was she pregnant? Is it his? How did she get pregnant? When did she get pregnant? Are she and him really married? But... why can't she remember anything?

After knowing that I was pregnant, the feeling of helplessness became unprecedentedly strong.

"Achu." She called out softly, her voice a little hoarse, and her whole body became a little cold.

Others are happy to get pregnant, but for her current situation, she can't be happy no matter how much.

She didn't even know who she was and whose child she was pregnant. Achu didn't tell her anything, and he didn't even want to tell her clearly when she was pregnant.

Who can understand this feeling of powerlessness?

"Don't think so much, take a rest, I'll be back soon." He gently pushed her hand away, helped her lie down, and then pulled her into a quilt before turning around and leaving.

Qiqi still waved his hand and dragged his palm on, looked at where he was, and asked hoarsely: "Child... whose child belongs to? Is it yours? Are you my husband? Why are we... here? Where is this?"

Mu Chu just kept looking at her quietly, looking at the panic in her eyes. It was not until she finished asking all the questions that he shook her hand, trying to speak but didn't know what to say.

After being silent for a long time, he said softly: "Sleep for a while and talk about it when I come back."

After saying that, he pushed her hand away, and turned around and left the dormitory.

Feeling that he was the only one left in the dormitory, Qiqi grabbed the quilt and bit his lower lip hard, feeling sour. At this moment, he had no idea what to do.

Why didn't he want to tell her? Whose child in her womb belongs to? Is it his?

But for such a simple question, why don’t you want to explain it clearly to her?

The hand unconsciously leaned towards the lower abdomen and landed on the stomach and rubbed it gently.

She didn't even know how long she had been pregnant, so why didn't Achu tell her anything?

If she was just herself, she could still bear to worry about many things. When she got better, she might be able to remember the past.

But now... with an unformed child in her belly, how can she feel relaxed? A woman is pregnant, but she doesn't even know who her child is left behind...

She held her five fingers hard, feeling so sad that her tears slipped down inadvertently. She opened her eyes and looked at the darkness in front of her. I don’t know how long the tears she had shed, and the door was finally pushed open again.

She was startled and subconsciously held up her sleeve and wiped her tears dry before she sat up from the bed and watched the person entering the room with the sound of footsteps.

In fact, every time the door was pushed open, someone came in, she felt a little uneasy and nervous. Until she smelled his breath and felt the familiarity, she breathed a sigh of relief.

She was really afraid that someone else would suddenly break into the room, those she didn't know.

Although she had wiped her tears away, Mu Chu could still see the tears in her eyes. He put the medicine in his hand on the low cabinet at the bedside, sat down beside the bed, picked up his sleeves to wipe away the remaining tears for her, and his voice was still soft: "Why are you crying, and you feel uncomfortable?"

Qiqi bit his lip and looked at his direction. He felt uncomfortable and more uneasy.

He was unwilling to tell her who the child was. She had guessed that the child must have been from unknown origin, and it must be because she had an unbearable past.

When I thought of myself not even knowing who the father of the child was, the tears in the corners of my eyes slipped down unconsciously.

This fragile appearance made Mu Chu feel so distressed. He held up his sleeve and was still wiping his tears for her, but he didn't know what to say to her.

He was hesitating, hesitating whether to tell her the truth.

But now she doesn't even know who she is, so how can she remember everything about Chu Xuanchi in the past? If she can't remember, what's the point of telling her? What if she asks why the child's father is not by her side, how will he answer?

Just in this silence, she occasionally drips two tears, and he immediately holds up his sleeve to wipe it off for her. The two of them get along so strangely, but they are so harmonious that they are unrequited.

Just when I think about my past, I couldn't relax my heart at all.

She tightened the quilt, not knowing what she should say, so she sat there until Mu Chu picked up the bowl of medicine, blew it to her lips and said softly: "The medicine is cold, drink the medicine first."

She suddenly came to her senses, groped and picked up the medicine, and frowned as soon as she swallowed.

Mu Chu said: "A good medicine for bitter taste. I don't have xylose in my hand. Next time I put some xylose in the medicine, the medicine will not be so difficult."

I have been taking care of her recently, and because there are only him and Qiqi here, he dare not get too far away, and many medicines are not in his hands.

I know she is afraid of hardship, but she is helpless.

This time, Qiqi was beyond his expectations and did not care about anything. He held the medicine and frowned. Even if the medicine was bitter, he swallowed it with difficulty.

It was not until she finished her last sip of medicine that Mu Chu took the bowl and put it aside, took a soft towel to wipe the medicine from the corners of her lips, and said warmly: "I'm cooking porridge, it's not so fast yet. Do you want to lie down for a while? Will I call you when I'm done?"

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