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C1496

"…"

Gu Mengmeng was still biting her lips and not saying a word, but her shoulders were trembling slightly.

The pain made Gong Nanling feel even worse.

"Mengmeng, I know you're feeling terrible. Cry out …"

Gong Nanling knew that any words of comfort were unnecessary. Not only would it not alleviate the grief in Gu Mengmeng's heart, it would instead make her even more sorrowful.

It was best to cry loudly and vent the grief in his heart.

"…"

A faint blush appeared on Gu Mengmeng's lips, and her shoulders trembled even more violently.

At this moment, no one felt more heartbroken than she did.

A mother sentenced to never get pregnant suddenly learned that she was pregnant. That feeling of ecstasy was simply indescribable. Then, this joy was replaced by grief in less than three months.

In the end, this child still left her.

In this life, the relationship between mother and son only lasted two short months.

Her heart once again sank into despair.

"Mengmeng …"

Gong Nanling held her tightly and gently caressed her back.

Cold tears wet his shoulders and soaked into his skin, and his heart ached more and more.

Losing a child, he was suffering the same pain.

In the face of Gu Mengmeng, he couldn't show off too much.

The silent crying continued for more than ten minutes. It was only when the servant came in with a cup of chicken soup.

"Young Master Gong, this is the chicken soup that Young Master ordered the kitchen to cook for Miss Gu..."

"Thank you."

Gong Nanling slightly turned his head and replied politely.

"Young Master Gong, Young Master said to let Miss Gu drink while it's hot."

The servant said again.

"Alright."

Gong Nanling nodded.

The servant bowed and left.

"Mengmeng, how about some soup?"

Gong Nanling held Gu Mengmeng's shoulder and gently wiped the tears from the corner of her eyes. His voice was slightly hoarse, tinged with pain.

"…"

Gu Mengmeng seemed to have lost her ability to speak. She pursed her lips and shook her head numbly.0

"Mengmeng, drink a little …" "I'll feed you …"

Gong Nanling's forehead was pressed against Gu Mengmeng's forehead as he said in heartache.

"…"

Gu Mengmeng didn't say anything, nor did she make any other movements. Tears fell from the corners of his eyes.

"Mengmeng, be good. Take a sip or two …"

Gong Nanling took two pillows and placed them behind her, letting her sit properly. Then, he stood up and walked in front of the Small Round Table.

The lid of the soup cup was opened, and a strange fragrance drifted out from the steaming steam.

This fragrance carried a bit of medicinal aroma, as well as a bit of the fragrance of flowers and plants.

Ruo Lan, Ruo Li, Ruo Yi...

Cold and clear.

Gong Nanling took the spoon and scooped a small bowl. Then, he walked to Gu Mengmeng's bedside.

Sit down.

He scooped up half a spoonful and blew on it.

"Mengmeng, come …"

He spoke as if he were coaxing a child, his eyes doting and loving.

Gu Mengmeng's expression was stiff, but she did not open her mouth.

"Mengmeng, this is Young Master Ye …" "Your brother told the servants to make some stew, so you should drink more …"

Gong Nanling's heart was as sharp as a needle. With his eyes red, he continued to coax them.

"…"

Gu Mengmeng's gaze lost its focus, her face as white as winter snow.

"Mengmeng, be good …"

Gong Nanling tried to feed her again.

Gu Mengmeng clenched her teeth tightly, but Gong Nanling pushed her back with a spoon.

"Mengmeng …"

Seeing that she didn't say anything, Gong Nanling started to get anxious.

The steam from the soup slowly dissipated, and the fragrance had also faded quite a bit.

Buzz buzz …

Just when Gong Nanling didn't know what to do, his phone suddenly rang.

The trembling sound was somewhat hurried.

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