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He was stunned for a moment, his heartbeat accelerated unconsciously, and he turned around and looked at the corner of the room. Qin Huairu's child fell to the ground, tears instantly welled up in his eyes, and he whimpered intermittently. Li Xiangqian's mind was blank, and he only felt that his legs suddenly became heavy, as if they were pressed by something, and he could hardly move.

Qin Huairu's face changed instantly. She rushed to the child, bent down to help him up, and patted his back anxiously, "What's the matter? Are you okay?" There was obvious nervousness in her voice, and her eyes were anxiously checking the child's body.

"Mom... it hurts..." The little guy's voice was a little tearful, he covered his calf with a painful expression on his face. Qin Huairu quickly checked his calf and found that there was no obvious wound, just some scrapes, which might have been caused by the fall.

"Why are you so careless?" Qin Huairu's tone softened. She gently rubbed the child's hair with her hands and pursed her lips. It was obvious that she was still a little distressed and anxious.

Li Xiangqian finally came to his senses, and quickly walked to her side, whispering to comfort her: "It's okay, it's common for children to fall down, and he doesn't look seriously injured." He watched the little guy being held in Qin Huairu's arms, and the crying gradually stopped. Although there was still some discomfort on his face, he obviously no longer felt the intense pain he had before.

Qin Huairu relaxed a little after hearing this, but her eyes were still solemn. "I know, but he has been stuck at home for too long these past few days. Today, when he saw the weather was good outside, he ran out to play, but he didn't expect to fall so accidentally." She stood up, sighed softly, and hugged the child tighter, as if seeking some comfort.

Li Xiangqian looked at Qin Huairu's eyes, and suddenly a complex emotion arose in his heart. The tension just now had not completely dissipated. He had always known that Qin Huairu had a son, but he had never seen him so out of control. Looking at Qin Huairu's nervous expression, he couldn't help but be moved.

"Children are like this sometimes, and it's inevitable that they will be careless." Li Xiangqian spoke again in a soft voice, "But you still have to be careful. After all, he is still young and it is easy for him to get hurt if he falls."

Qin Huairu lowered her head, her eyes flickering slightly, as if she was thinking about something. After a while, she nodded gently, "Well, you are right. I have been too busy recently and neglected him." She looked at her son, a trace of guilt flashed in her eyes.

Li Xiangqian stood beside her. Although he knew that he should not interfere too much with her personal feelings, he still had some complicated emotions in his heart. This kind of gentle care, this kind of meticulous love for children, made him feel a little strange, and it seemed to touch his weakness in some corners. He always thought that he could remain calm and rational in many things, but at this moment, standing in front of this mother and son, he felt that all his "rationality" and "rationality" became insignificant.

"Little guy, how are you? Does it hurt?" Li squatted down and tried to ease the atmosphere with a more relaxed tone. He gently patted the child's shoulder with a gentle look in his eyes, "Do you feel a little pain? But don't worry, it will be fine soon."

The little girl raised her wet eyes and looked at Li Xiangqian, seeming a little confused, but nodded, her nose twitched a few times, and she wiped her tears with her hand with a little shyness. "I just fell, it doesn't hurt anymore."

Li Xiangqian chuckled and stood up, "That's good, get up quickly."

Qin Huai was also relieved at this time. She took a deep breath and looked at Li Xiangqian with a look of gratitude and relief in her eyes. "Thank you, Li Xiangqian."

"You're welcome. It's nothing to do with children." Although Li Xiangqian's tone was still relaxed, his eyes could not help but reveal a hint of complicated emotions. He looked at Qin Huairu, and his inner turmoil became increasingly difficult to calm down.

The two were silent for a moment, and a subtle atmosphere filled the air. Li Xiangqian suddenly regretted what he had said just now. Yes, the matter of the child was not a big deal, but he did not realize that when he said these words, there seemed to be some unconscious emotions mixed in, some emotions beyond the scope of reason. He didn't know why, standing here, looking at Qin Huairu and her son, he actually felt a strange concern in his heart.

"Li Xiangqian," Qin Huairu suddenly spoke up, breaking the silence, "Why are you always so calm? I know you are very important in the courtyard, and everyone has opinions about you, but why are you always calm and never impatient, seemingly able to let go of everything?"

Li Xiangqian did not answer immediately. He lowered his head with a confused look in his eyes. Indeed, he had been trying to stay calm. This seemed to be his way of survival. Not only in the courtyard, but in every detail of life, he tried his best to appear calm. Even when facing others, he was always calm, rational and composed. However, deep in his heart, was there a weakness that he had not yet realized?

He took a deep breath, looked up at Qin Huairu, and said softly: "Perhaps, it is because I dare not be impatient. I am afraid of losing control. I am afraid that once my emotions get out of control, things will be out of control."

Qin Huairu didn't ask any more questions, she just nodded gently. She looked at Li Xiangqian, with a deep understanding in her eyes, as if she could see through his heart.

The atmosphere in the house became quiet again, the sunlight outside the window gradually faded, and the lights in the room became soft. Li Xiangqian felt this tranquility, but he knew that the world outside was still surging and undercurrents were surging. Whether he could find the strength to cope with it behind this calmness was still unknown.

Li Xiangqian stood aside, watching Qin Huairu gently patting her son's back. The little guy's face no longer had the traces of tears from before, but his eyes were wide open, looking at Li Xiangqian's comforting expression, with a little wariness and strangeness in his eyes. He suddenly felt a little overwhelmed, wanting to comfort the child, but didn't know where to start.

Everything in the room seemed to have become quiet, except for the occasional slight sobbing of the child, everything else was somewhat weighed down by the silence. Li Xiangqian slowly walked to the child's side, not standing too close, just trying to make himself less obtrusive. He lowered his head, looking at the tender face in front of him, and couldn't help but think of his own childhood. At that time, if he fell and cried, his mother would come over, pat the dust off his body, and comfort him with a few words, as if everything could return to calm at that moment. However, he is no longer the child who can cry freely. The world after adulthood has long taught him to be calm, rational and self-controlled.