Su Qingzhi looked up and met his staring gaze, and couldn't help but mutter.

"Look at my wife."

He smiled.

Su Qingzhi raised her hand and pinched his cheek.

Is it pretty?

"nice!"

He answered without hesitation.

She choked and almost swallowed her own saliva.

Su Qingzhi did not expect him to answer so bluntly and so confidently.

This guy is usually so quiet, he can't even utter a single "I love you, my wife" in his speech. How come he suddenly had a breakthrough today?

She lowered her head, pretending to straighten her sleeves, but actually trying to hide her increasingly red face.

Seeing her blushing and looking down, Shen Zhiyu's heart softened.

I was so naive before. I always thought that feelings didn't need to be expressed, but actually, his wife is most susceptible to that.

Okay, I'll have to praise you more in the future.

Su Qingzhi had no idea that such tender thoughts were swirling in his heart; she only felt that this man was acting very strangely today.

A slight stirring ran through her heart, but she dared not think too much about it. She quickly turned around and squatted down on the carpet to sit with Zhouzhou, like a stack of building blocks.

Shen Zhiyu quietly gazed at the two figures on the carpet.

These two women are the most important people in his life now.

He reached out and gently touched Su Qingzhi's hair.

Su Qingzhi felt a touch coming from above her head.

"The doctor said you can get out of bed and walk around now. Would you like me to help you walk around a couple of times? The sun is shining brightly outside."

"Let's talk about it when Xiao Yang arrives."

He shook his head slightly and waved his hand.

"You rest, don't tire yourself out."

Su Qingzhi listened and didn't try to persuade her further, but nodded gently.

"Okay, I'll do as you say."

Not long after, Yang Wenbing pushed open the door and came in, carrying a medical kit and wearing a white coat.

He was a rehabilitation therapist specially assigned by the hospital to assist Shen Zhiyu's recovery.

When Shen Zhiyu got out of bed for the first time to try walking, his legs were noticeably weak due to lack of exercise from lying down for so long.

Su Qingzhi stood to the side, watching his steps intently, her palms sweating.

She secretly rejoiced that she hadn't been impulsive and tried to help him.

If they tried to hold on with their own strength, not only would they fail to support each other, but they might also lose their balance.

If the injury is compounded, it will be a real problem.

Yang Wenbing patiently guided him from the side, reminding him to coordinate his breathing rhythm and steps.

The doctor had said long ago that although the surface of the wound had healed, the internal tissues were still in the recovery stage.

Moving even a few steps each day is progress.

With Yang Wenbing watching over her, Su Qingzhi finally felt relieved.

She turned and left the room, preparing to go to the kitchen to cook something warm.

But as she reached the kitchen doorway, her gaze swept across the corner of the hallway, and she suddenly stopped in her tracks.

There, Zhenzhen was curled up alone in the corner, her small body pressed tightly against the wall.

His eyes were red and swollen, clearly from crying.

Su Qingzhi frowned immediately.

She quickly looked around and saw several children of similar age running away laughing and playing not far away.

One of them even turned around and made a face at Zhenzhen.

Without even guessing, she understood what had happened.

This child must have been bullied.

She took a deep breath, suppressed the anger surging in her heart, and walked steadily toward that corner.

A shadow suddenly fell from above and enveloped him.

Zhenzhen jerked violently.

He lowered his head, avoiding her gaze, his fingers gripping the seam of his trousers tightly.

Su Qingzhi slowly squatted down in front of him.

"Zhenzhen, are you alright?"

Zhenzhen froze, staring blankly at the face before her, as memories suddenly flooded back.

He once secretly hid by the window and watched her play with Zhouzhou.

She was smiling then, holding Zhouzhou, who was wearing a pink dress, in her arms. She was rocking her while humming a nursery rhyme.

Seeing that he remained silent for a long time, Su Qingzhi did not urge him.

She simply looked at him quietly, then reached out and gently took his cold little hand in hers.

She originally thought that this child, who had lacked a sense of security since childhood and always looked defensive, would instinctively avoid her.

Unexpectedly, he obediently let her pull him along.

She led him to sit down, filled a basin with warm water, and used a towel to gently wipe away the remaining dust and dirt from his face.

"Did someone bully you?"

Su Qingzhi asked in a low voice.

Zhenzhen's voice was very soft.

"I don't have parents..."

Su Qingzhi's heart clenched suddenly.

It turns out those kids were poking him with this.

For them, the phrase "no parents" is just a casual joke.

But for Zhenzhen, it was a huge boulder weighing on her heart day and night.

She gently ruffled his hair.

“How could Zhenzhen not have parents? Your father is a great hero, brave and strong. He had to leave to protect everyone. He didn’t abandon you; he went to a farther place to protect more people.”

"Your mother was just too tired, so tired that she couldn't even open her eyes anymore. So she flew up to the sky and became a gentle star. Every night when you look up, the brightest one is her watching over you, quietly lighting your way home. She's always been here, always has been, and has never left."

She had long had the idea of ​​adopting this child and giving him a home.

But I didn't dare to speak up, afraid that he would resist or feel sorry for me.

Looking at it now, it's clear that the little guy had already swallowed all his grievances.

She raised her hand and ruffled his hair again.

"Here, have a candy."

She took a piece of candy out of her bag and handed it to him.

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