Since she was young, Feng Ziyan had developed a habit of being cautious. She was so thin, and he was always afraid that she wouldn't be able to protect her baby. If he knew how the child grew up at every stage, he could have a special nutritionist look after her body so that she could have a healthy baby.

Feng Ziyan told Sister Xia to prepare hot porridge, and Lu Qingzhou slept for a whole five hours before waking up. When she woke up, her body felt warm, and she couldn't help but touch someone. She was shocked and raised her head. Feng Ziyan's face directly jumped into her sight.

"Are you hungry?"

Feng Ziyan sat beside her, letting her hug him tightly while he held the script in his hand. From time to time, he would circle something all around it. The yellow light from the bed hit Feng Ziyan's face, making his skin look like it was covered with a layer of golden light. She lazily yawned. She had clearly just woken up, but she still felt tired.

"Aren't we shooting a movie?"

She had no idea how she got back, no image at all in her head.

"You fainted on the set, so I brought you back."

Feng Ziyan simply put down the script in her hands and caressed her smooth and delicate face. He saw her staring at him with innocent eyes, as if trying to remember what had happened during the day. While caressing her, Feng Ziyan wondered if she should tell her about the pregnancy.

"The good show is over."

Lu Qingzhou cutely wrinkled her nose. Feng Ziyan pulled up the quilt to cover the exposed part of her body.

"That's right, we've already killed our men. We don't need to go in the future."

Feng Ziyan lifted up the blanket, and Lu Qingzhou immediately felt a chill, and quickly hugged the blanket tightly. Feng Ziyan got off the bed and poured a cup of water for Lu Qingzhou. Then, without waiting for Lu Qingzhou's reaction, he carried some congee from downstairs along with some snacks that Aunt Xia had made while she was resting. Without waiting for Lu Qingzhou to get up, he directly carried everything onto the bed.

"Open your mouth."

He picked up the spoon and blew on it gently to cool it, then used his own lips to test the temperature before feeding it to her mouth. Lu Qingzhou originally wanted to refuse, but he couldn't resist his coaxing as he fed her. In an instant, a bowl of porridge was finished feeding her.

"Zi Yan, am I very sick?"

Lu Qingzhou licked his lips, his small face scrunched up into a frown.

"You're just feeling cold. You'll be fine after a few days of rest."

"But I don't feel like there's any taste in my mouth. Sometimes, there's even a strange taste coming from my mouth and the feeling of wanting to vomit. Is there something wrong with my stomach?"

Feng Ziyan's hand paused for a moment, then she placed the empty bowl on the table. Lu Qingzhou took a piece of dessert and threw it into his mouth.

"What's wrong?"

Feng Ziyan grabbed the pastry she threw away with a tissue and threw it into the trash can.

"It doesn't feel bad enough."

Lu Qingzhou stuck out her tongue. She did not know if there was a problem with her taste buds.

"Go to sleep."

Feng Ziyan cleaned up all the remnants and did not say anything about Lu Qingzhou's "illness". Ten minutes later, Lu Qingzhou snuggled into Feng Ziyan's embrace and sweetly fell asleep.

For the next few days, Lu Qingzhou slept day and night. She had always thought that she was sick. Feng Ziyan had instructed Sister Xia not to speak of Lu Qingzhou's pregnancy for the time being, so basically, she was only responsible for bringing the delicious food to Lu Qingzhou every day. She didn't say anything else.

He sat in the car for more than three hours without moving the blood that Feng Ziyan sent him. The report indicated that Lu Qingzhou was pregnant for at least a month. However, at that time, he was injured and unconscious, so he did not have any relationship with her. How could she possibly be pregnant with her child?

A large portion of the cigarette in Feng Ziyan's hand had been blown away by the wind. A long amount of ash had been scattered all over the car. The firework burned until it almost burnt his fingers.

Feng Ziyan sat in the car until one of the security guards knocked on the window. He pressed the middle control button and rolled down the window. The security guard stuck out his head and said, "Sir, I noticed that you have been in the car for a long time. Is there anything you need?"

The open window immediately let off some smoke, and the security baton pushed up his hat as he looked at her in alarm.

"Leave immediately."

Feng Ziyan pressed the start button, ignited the ignition, and closed the window. Even after he had driven far away, the security guards were still staring at his car in anticipation. Feng Ziyan used the ignition in the car to light up a fresh cigarette. He held it between his right middle finger and the unidentified finger, not taking a single drag for a long time. His mind was empty. The scenery in front of him moved and moved, and he didn't even know how long it had been.

When the cigarette had burned out again, he lowered the window and flicked the butt out with his hand. He glanced at the gas meter, which had just burned two tins of oil, and circled the perimeter of City X.

Who was Lu Qingzhou's child? He didn't dare to think about it, but he was certain it wasn't his.

He drove the car to the Cloud Mountain, which was the highest mountain in City X. When he climbed up the mountain, he could not see the scenery below the mountain or even the area halfway up the mountain.

He drove all the way around the roundabout to the top of the hill, where the temperature wasn't as pleasant as it had been at the foot of the hill. It was very cold. He turned on the air conditioner and turned on the heater. He rolled down the window a little bit to let in some air, then put down the seat and lay down. Clouds were moving slowly outside the window, and once they moved past a large area, they would reveal the clear blue sky as if it had been washed by water.

Perhaps it was the scenery that calmed his messy heart a little.

He gently closed his eyes, and there was only the sound of his own breathing in the car. After an unknown amount of time, his phone suddenly rang. Lu Qingzhou's name flashed on the screen like an iron hammer, heavily smashing into his heart and making him unable to breathe for a long time. Like last time, he waited for the music on his cell phone to die down before he opened the answer button.

"Hey, Zi Yan, it's almost noon. Are you coming back to eat?"

As Feng Ziyan heard her voice on the other end of the phone, he felt as if he was in a trance. He was clearly holding her in his arms, but why did he still feel like he couldn't touch her?

"No need."

He thought he could say more, but the word 'light' had exhausted all of his strength. Hearing his reply "Oh," Lu Qingzhou's tone was full of disappointment. Feng Ziyan thought that she would quickly hang up the phone, but when he heard her voice, he felt a wave of reluctance, as if if if he hung up the phone, she would disappear.

The two of them held their phones just like that, listening to each other's breathing through the phone. Neither of them wanted to let go, yet they didn't know what to say. In the end, it was Feng Ziyan who spoke first.

"How are you feeling today?"

"It's nothing. I just want to sleep, and I always feel like vomiting. I want to eat, but I can't."