Qiao Zhen sobbed a few times before suppressing her tears. To put it bluntly, she was Ye Shangzhou's pillar of support. If she couldn't hold on, how could Ye Shangzhou possibly persevere?

"It's nothing, I'm just worried about you." She placed a low table on the large bed and then put the food tray on it. "Please eat something first. Today we have carrots and a sweet soup made with goji berries and red dates. It's delicious."

Night Sorrow Boat awaits Qiao Zhen's feeding.

He'd been increasingly indulgent towards Qiao Zhen lately, simply because he knew perfectly well that Qiao Zhen's constant lack of smiles was because of him. This realization both pained him and filled him with an indescribable joy; he was indeed poisoned.

Perhaps the poison in his leg has spread to his heart, otherwise why would he be acting so strangely?

November has arrived in the blink of an eye.

Because of her worries about Ye Shangzhou and the irritability of pregnancy, Qiao Zhen has lost weight, and her chin has become somewhat pointed.

Ye Shangzhou has been trying to coax Qiao Zhen to eat with him recently. In the end, he gained weight and returned to his previous appearance, but Qiao Zhen remained thin.

People who gain weight easily cannot be stopped by pain; people who do not gain weight easily cannot gain even two ounces of weight by being lazy and sleeping like a pig.

What made Ye Shangzhou even more desperate was that Qiao Zhen felt nauseous and wanted to vomit whenever she saw him. Once, she even vomited up her lunch in front of him.

Qiao Zhen said it was because he had a strong smell of feces on him. Ye Shangzhou felt very wronged. Even the pain in his legs didn't make him feel this wronged. So he bathed and changed his clothes every day, and even changed the scent of incense to perfume his clothes. But Qiao Zhen still felt that he smelled of feces on him, and the smell of feces even masked the scent of incense.