"Qin Yinze, I'm sorry!" Crystal clear teardrops suddenly rolled down from the corner of Jirou's eyes. In her dream, she was crying, and she was crying so sadly that Qin Yinze's heart tightened.

Jirou, who had a nightmare, kept saying: "It's all my fault, it's all my fault, if I didn't insist on playing some roller coaster, our child wouldn't fall off."

When he heard Ji Rou's words, Qin Yinze's body seemed to be cast with a fixed body magic, and he froze instantly and couldn't move. He thought he had hidden things well, but she had already known.