Unwell - Match box twenty (Jiang Cheng has early 2000s late 90s acoustic rock vibes and no one can tell me differently) (oh and early 2000s punk and emo)
“Are you sure this is a good idea, baobei?” Wen Shui asked worriedly, her brows furrowing worriedly as her partner ran around the room in a panic. “If they catch us leaving-“
“Darling, my love, my whole heart.” Qingheng-Jun whispered, walking
over and putting her head in his hands. “If you get caught pregnant with my child and we are not married the consequences will be far worse.” He sighed, letting his hands fall to his shoulders. “I love you so much, you know that right? I can’t loose you.”
“I know, I know.” Wen Shui replied, hanging her head in shame. “But surely there has to be another way.”
“There is no other way.” Qingheng-Jun said sadly, resting a hand over his girlfriends pregnant belly. “We have to leave to protect our family.”