Pampered by My Ex's Cousin-Chapter 223 - 217 I Miss You! (9)

The tears shimmering in her eyes became more and more crystalline, the view increasingly blurred, her lips trembling from the effort to hold them back, but she still couldn’t prevent the tears from overflowing from her eyes.

She had lost weight. In just twenty-something hours, Anning had become thinner, and Ji Chicheng also reached out his hands, extending them towards Ji Anning’s face, his soft palms as if caressing her heart, soothing it to become even frailer. 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝕨𝕖𝗯𝚗𝚘𝕧𝕖𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝕞

She wanted to embrace him even more, yearning to cry in his arms, longing for his indulgent strokes on her head, yearning to hear him say, "It’s okay, we will have other chances in the future."

But could she take this chance?

Ji Anning asked herself this in her heart, hesitating, the hands she had lifted involuntarily stopped mid-air.

With tears gushing like a fountain, her eyes so conflicted, so pained, Ji Chicheng couldn’t contain his heartache and, disregarding Xiang Yiqing’s presence, bent down to embrace Ji Anning in his arms, "It’s okay now, it doesn’t matter, His loss isn’t necessarily a bad thing."

His voice, his comfort, like warm strings; his white shirt, the faint scent of his cologne, his warmth, his heartbeat... everything about him made Ji Anning powerless to resist, unable to control her longing to embrace him.

She reached out her arms, holding Ji Chicheng tightly, and burst into loud weeping.

Just this once, just one time, putting aside morals and conscience, not thinking about anyone or anything, focused only on Ji Chicheng, the Ji Chicheng she loved deeply, just the two of them.

Her face pressed against Ji Chicheng’s chest, her sobbing tugging at Ji Chicheng’s heart, his arms holding the petite her close, he knew she must be terrified.

He had failed to protect her.

Watching the scene unfold, Xiang Yiqing silently left the room.

Ji Chicheng let Ji Anning cry in his embrace, grateful that she could still cry so loudly, happy that she actually hugged him.

This was the first time, the very first time she had actively embraced him, relied on him, shown such vulnerability and weakness in front of him, knowing that it was him.

It gave him the opportunity to uncover his broad chest, his broad shoulders for her to lean on.

"The internet says that a woman postpartum shouldn’t cry, she needs to rest more, so try to cut it back a little," he said.

The more Ji Anning cried, the more sorrowful she became, wishing she could let out all the tears she had held back for years, not knowing how long she had cried when suddenly Ji Chicheng spoke up from above.

Even though his voice was gentle, the stern tone matched his cold character.

Ji Anning thought she had cried for too long, irritated him again, quickly released her hold, retreated from his embrace, and didn’t dare lift her head to look at his face. She lay down directly, pulled up the blanket, and covered the lower half of her face.

Her pale face from just a moment ago now held a touch of red flush, soaked by tears, now appearing lusciously red and about to burst.

Ji Chicheng couldn’t resist reaching out again, his warm, soft palm touching her cheek, using the pad of his thumb to gently stroke back and forth along her wet eyelashes.

As he had imagined, it was smooth and soft, his lips involuntarily curving into a warm smile, which spread across his handsome face, laced with indulgence.

"I’m here with you," he whispered softly.

It was another spontaneous expression; his heart... had already started to drift away from his domineering nature.

Slowly, slowly beginning to change.

I’m here with you... such warm words, words she had longed to hear whenever she was sick, lying in bed, wishing he would come to see her, talk with her, and perhaps then she would not hurt, not feel so uncomfortable.