Siheyuan, integrating everything, cultivating the city

Li Xiangqian looked at her quietly, feeling somewhat helpless. Qin Huairu at this moment was completely different from the calm and decisive woman he first met. Her fragility seemed to peel off her strength layer by layer, revealing the softness hidden deep inside.

He stood in front of her, feeling mixed emotions. Although he knew she was not really fragile, the pressure and anxiety she had endured these days made it impossible for her to be as strong as usual. At this time, what she needed was not someone to teach her how to be strong, but someone who could stay by her side and stand silently.

"Don't be sad." Li Xiangqian's voice was low, but it carried an unconscious sense of comfort. "The child is fine, don't blame yourself too much."

Qin Huairu raised her head, tears still welling up in her eyes. Her eyes were complicated, as if she wanted to say something but couldn't find the right words. She bit her lip and finally spoke: "I always feel that I'm not good enough. I can do more, but I always make mistakes. You know, Li Xiangqian, I'm really afraid of losing him." Her voice became softer and softer, as if to avoid letting herself endure more pain.

Li Xiangqian stood so close that he could almost hear the rhythm of her heartbeat. He could not help but remain silent for a moment, with a complex emotion he had never experienced before. At this moment, he suddenly realized that he had never seen Qin Huairu so vulnerable. Although she always seemed strong and seemed to be able to cope with everything, she was still an ordinary mother who would feel helpless, afraid, and even confused about the future.

"Huai Ru..." Li Xiangqian's voice was a little low, "No one can be perfect. You have tried your best." He paused, and seeing the pain in her eyes, he suddenly felt that the words he wanted to say were redundant. At this moment, comfort does not require too many words, but silence and companionship.

Qin Huairu gently closed her eyes, as if trying to block the sudden tears. She took a long breath, trying to calm herself down, but the suppressed emotions became stronger and stronger, as if solidified into an unspeakable pain in her chest.

Li Xiangqian looked at her, suddenly feeling distressed, and reached out his hand, gently patting her shoulder. This action was very light, almost a silent comfort, but in this quiet hospital corridor, it seemed to bring her a touch of warmth. Her body shook slightly, then she lowered her head, bit her lips tightly, and tried hard not to let the tears flow out.

“We all have imperfect moments,” Li Xiangqian continued, “but as long as you’re still working hard, that’s all that matters.”

Qin Huairu did not speak any more, but just stood there quietly for a long time without moving. She seemed to no longer need any words, but just quietly felt Li Xiangqian's presence, as if this was the only thing she could rely on at the moment.

Suddenly, Qin Huairu said softly: "Thank you, Li Xiangqian. I know you don't like being relied on by others, but today, I really can't control my emotions."

Li Xiangqian did not answer immediately, but nodded gently. He understood that Qin Huairu would not easily show her vulnerability to others, but today's situation obviously left her with nowhere to hide. Li Xiangqian did not intend to use too many words to explain anything. He knew that true care was not to fill the gap through words, but through actions, companionship and understanding.

The hospital corridor was still quiet, with the occasional sound of medical staff's footsteps. It was completely dark outside, and the night enveloped the entire city, bringing an indescribable sense of loneliness.

"You don't have to worry about Xiaoning, he's already very strong." Li Xiangqian's tone was still gentle, but with a more soothing tone.

Qin Huairu nodded gently after hearing this. Her tears finally stopped. Although her eyes were still red and swollen, her expression became a little more relaxed. "Thank you, really." She said softly, her voice still choked with sobs.

Li Xiangqian smiled slightly and said softly: "It's okay, we are all here."

He didn't say anything else because he knew that sometimes, companionship is the best comfort.

Li Xiangqian stood beside Qin Huairu, looking at her quietly. Although he had many things to say, he knew at this moment that silence was the best companion. Qin Huairu's emotions seemed to gradually calm down, and her eyes also recovered a little clarity from the initial helplessness and fear. She raised her head and gently wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, with a hint of apology in her eyes.

"I'm sorry, Li Xiangqian, I didn't expect you to see me like this." Her voice was a little weak, but it still revealed her usual strength.

Li Xiangqian shook his head slightly, and said calmly: "There is nothing to be sorry about. Everyone has vulnerable moments. You don't need to force yourself to pretend that you don't care about anything."

She looked at him, a complicated look flashed in her eyes, as if she was thinking about something, and finally she asked softly: "Don't you think I'm a failure?"

This question came out of nowhere, and Li Xiangqian did not answer immediately. He looked at Qin Huairu, feeling a little reluctant, but also understanding her mood at the moment. In the eyes of outsiders, Qin Huairu has always been so calm, decisive, and omnipotent. However, today, she seemed to be suffocated by some invisible pressure. For her, her powerlessness as a mother and her inner pain seemed to far exceed anything else.

"You are not a failure." Li Xiangqian finally spoke, his voice firm and gentle. "Everyone has things that are beyond their control, especially as a mother, it is inevitable to feel anxious and uneasy. Everything you do is for Xiaoning's good. How can you be a failure?"

Qin Huairu sighed softly, still a little confused. "But I always feel that I am not doing well enough. Even if there are many people helping me, I still can't be more perfect and be like a perfect mother."

Li Xiangqian looked at her and was moved. Qin Huairu's pain was not without reason. She had always been the kind of person who did everything by herself and was unwilling to rely on others. When faced with difficulties, she always took them on alone. However, she also had times when she was tired, especially when faced with the safety and future of her children. The sense of responsibility and self-blame that she could not let go of had already taken deep root in her heart.

"You've done your best, Huairu," Li Xiangqian said. "You've done this much better than many people. No one can be perfect, and mothers are no exception. The most important thing is that you truly love your child and give him care and support."

Qin Huairu looked down at her hands, her fingertips trembling slightly, as if she was recalling Li Xiangqian's words. After a long silence, she raised her head and looked at Li Xiangqian, revealing a complex emotion in her eyes.