Ye Qingci stopped in her tracks.
Jian Shichu waited until his cigarette had completely burnt out before leaving the balcony, closing the balcony door tightly, tossing the cigarette butt into the trash bin in the activity room, and wrapping his arm around Ye Qingci's shoulder. "Are you alright?"
"I'm fine." Ye Qingci shook her head and gently touched his face. "What about you? Your complexion looks terrible. Are you still angry?"
"I'm not angry." Jian Shichu hugged her, his chin resting lightly on her shoulder, and spoke softly: "I just feel useless..."
Ye Qingci protested: "Jian Shichu..."
"It's true." Jian Shichu let out a self-deprecating laugh. "If it weren't for the fact that you can't stand that smell, I would have personally fed you that bowl of jujube and bird's nest soup, personally killed both you and the baby. I almost killed my own wife and child with my own hands. If I can't even protect my own wife and child, what kind of man am I?"
