Because in his opinion, it was this child who indirectly took Zhiyun's life.
If the electrocardiogram had not recovered at that time, Han Qingrang would have already gone with Zhiyun.
But the electrocardiogram recovered, giving the desperate Han Qingrang a glimmer of hope. He stayed with her, never leaving her side, waiting for her to wake up.
But even so, he still lived his life like a ghost.
If Zhiyun doesn't wake up one day, he will continue to be depressed.
Until the end of time.
The proprietress held little Teng Sheng and sat down beside the bed: "Can't you take a serious look at the son that little girl gave birth to you?"
As soon as the words fell.
But Han Qingrang slowly raised his eyes, his gaze was empty and confused.
"What would happen if the little girl woke up and saw you abusing your son? I imagine..." The proprietress laughed and said, "She'd be angry, that's for sure. After all, you're a father without any sense of responsibility."
Even if that was the case, it couldn't change Han Qingrang's mood at all.
He withdrew his dazed gaze and looked at Zhiyun who was sleeping on the bed.
The proprietress simply placed Xiao Tengsheng next to Zhiyun. This position made Han Qingrang have to see it even if he didn't want to. "Do you hate your son so much? Don't forget, this is a souvenir that the little girl left for you with her life. If you don't want it."
Han Qingrang's gaze slowly fell on the bed, where the little baby was lying with his eyes open, looking at the world curiously.
That... is his and Zhizhi's baby.
But he never looked at her directly.
Han Qingrang slowly raised his hand and stretched it towards Xiao Tengsheng, but stopped halfway and retracted his hand.
Xiao Tengsheng seemed to be able to sense it and looked to the side.
But because it was too small and couldn't turn over, it couldn't turn over by itself, so it could only subconsciously look to the other side, as if it was full of curiosity.
At that moment, Han Qingrang's heart suddenly stabbed.
It felt like there were densely packed needles pricking it, causing a dull pain that was uncontrollable and grew recklessly.
"You owe her a wedding, did you know that?" the proprietress said, naturally speaking to Han Qingrang.
Han Qingrang glanced sideways but said nothing.
"When will the wedding be held? I came here uninvited." The proprietress asked again.
Han Qingrang said in a hoarse voice: "I owe Zhizhi too much, I can never repay her in this lifetime. Wedding, this is my dream..."
He said the wedding was his dream.
I can only dream.
Because that's too far away.
The proprietress sneered and shifted her gaze to Xiao Tengsheng.
The little one is now full of milk and in high spirits. His beautiful eyes are moving around, as if he can sense something and is looking forward to something...
It's hard to explain.
"Xiao Tengsheng also inherited your eyes, right?" the proprietress asked him.
Although she didn't get an answer, the proprietress agreed.
Xiao Tengsheng will definitely inherit Han Qingrang's eyes, after all, that is a symbol of God, but if it is a daughter, it is hard to say.
"Didn't you realize that Xiao Tengsheng had a premonition of something and was expecting something?"
At this time, the proprietress suddenly said.
Han Qingrang slowly raised his eyelids, and there seemed to be a little light in his dead eyes, but the light was very shallow and short-lived, disappearing in a flash.
Seeing him react like this.
The proprietress sneered again and said deliberately, "Even Xiao Tengsheng could sense that his mother was coming back, but you didn't..."
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