He washed her, wiped her down, and then wrapped her up tightly. Despite his injured hand, he stubbornly insisted on carrying her back.
"My shoulder is injured, not my legs. I can walk by myself."
She murmured softly, leaning against his shoulder.
"But I just want to carry you."
Wen Nian looked at her and said affectionately, "Carrying you, carrying our child."
Song Lili slightly lowered her head, lightly curving up her lips.
In the bamboo forest at night, there were only the small electric lights shining dimly and intermittently in the distance, where Song Yangling and the others relied on portable power sources, casting light and shadows and forming circles of light.
Stepping on the bamboo leaves, the "rustling" sound from the soil seemed to settle into music.
"You've been away from President Mansion for three or four days now. Apart from Qu Yu and Minister Long, does no one else know you came here?"
"No one else."
