"You should go back too."
After the three others left, Ji Qingyan leaned her head on one hand, saying, "I'm fine, don't worry about me."
"But you're already more than eight months pregnant—you really can't keep thinking about these things every day."
Tao Yuan wore a bitter expression as she tried to console her:
"Even if you won't think for yourself, you have to think about the baby."
"I know. Don't worry about me," Ji Qingyan replied, "I understand Lin Yi's situation. He won't be in trouble. He won't leave the baby without a father."
Tao Yuan frowned, unsure of what to say.
She knew Ji Qingyan was using mental optimism to numb herself.
But this didn't change anything.
No matter how capable he was, he was still human, and the brutality of war spares no one.
"Let's not talk about it for now. Let's go somewhere else for a walk and look at the scenery."
"I'm a bit tired. I'll go back and rest first."
