After her ninth miscarriage, she finally let her scumbag husband and her beloved get together.

Xu Wantang couldn't get through on the phone and tried her best to suppress the grievances she was holding back.

But in the end, she couldn't help but cry.

She sent the message while wiping away her tears.

"Second Brother, this is Xu Wantang. The emojis I promised you might be a little late. My phone..."

Xu Wantang typed out a long string of words, wishing she could express all her grievances.

But she is also very afraid of being bothered by others.

After much editing and deletion, only two words were kept.

broken.

After sending the message, Xu Wantang bit her lip and swallowed repeatedly to get rid of the bitterness.

After calming down, she used the wall for support to get up and leave the stairwell.

upstairs.

Cen Yuan looked down at the words on his phone screen.

Ji Yan didn't look closely, only slightly curving the corners of her lips: "Are you still leaving?"

"Walk."

Cen Yuan put away his phone and strode out of the security door.

……

Ward.

Xu Wantang huddled on the bed, her mind a jumble of thoughts.

After drifting off to sleep, I started having nightmares again.

She returned to that operating table.

This time, however, I heard two doctors' voices.

"Is the anesthetic enough?"

"that's all."

"But……"

"Stop talking, hurry up."

One hesitated, the other urged.

In her last dream, Xu Wantang was so busy begging Cen Shichuan to spare the child that she didn't pay any attention to this conversation.

These few sentences are now repeating in my mind over and over again.

It must be that her dream was hinting at something to her.

Xu Wantang began to struggle, trying very hard to see the doctor's face clearly.

But my body seemed to freeze, and I couldn't turn around no matter what I did.

Almost.

Just a little bit.

She was breathing rapidly, and even her physical body seemed to be fighting against something.

Just as the anesthesia was being administered to her body, she finally turned her head and saw the two doctors in front of her clearly.

A doctor wearing a mask, whose face was obscured but whose glasses were visible, was the one who performed her cesarean section.

One eye is small and looks somewhat thin, and the other eyebrow is uneven, making him quite distinctive.

Xu Wantang was staring at the two doctors unconsciously; she herself didn't even remember it.

But the two men were clearly startled when they noticed her gaze.

The doctor who administered the anesthesia immediately put on a mask.

He seemed particularly guilty.

But why?

As Xu Wantang tried to recall all the details, the surgeon had already begun the laparotomy.

A short while later, the baby came out.

Later... the child died.

Xu Wantang was completely devastated until the excruciating pain in her body made it hard for her to breathe.

Although her attention was still on the child, she caught a glimpse of something out of the corner of her eye.

Gao Di Mei grabbed the surgeon. Although they were wearing masks, Xu Wantang was certain they were talking.

And I was very flustered.

When Xu Wantang was in so much pain that she was on the verge of losing her life, the two went to check on her.

Besides the machine noise, she heard Gao Di Mei seem to say something.

"She's dying. What will we do if she dies?"

The surgeon pushed him away and warned in a low voice, "Shut up! The baby's going to die anyway..."

Before she could hear clearly, Xu Wantang died on the operating table.

The pain of dying was still spreading, causing Xu Wantang in reality to tremble uncontrollably.

Her hands thrashed about, desperately trying to grasp something.

She rolled over and grabbed something warm.

"Xu Wantang".

Someone nudged her.

For some reason, when I hear those sounds, those nightmares seem like faded old photographs, gradually losing their sense of reality.

Xu Wantang lunged at him as if grasping at a lifeline.

Hold tightly to what's in front of you.

At that moment, a low, subdued melody sounded again from above.

"Xu Wantang".

"..."

Xu Wantang snapped out of the nightmare and opened her eyes abruptly.

What catches the eye are three red Buddhist prayer beads around the man's wrist.

She looked up in a fluster, embarrassed, and said, "Second Brother."

Cen Yuan looked down at her: "Relax, the nurse will be here soon."

"..."

Xu Wantang then realized that she was tightly hugging Cen Yuan.

She quickly let go, only to find that the cold sweat on her face had stained Cen Yuan's suit.

"Second brother, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to. Let me wipe it for you."

She took out two tissues and wiped Cen Yuan's face.

But the moment her fingertips touched his body, he grabbed her hand.

The man's hands were long and warm.

He effortlessly enveloped her hand in his palm.

Perhaps it was just her imagination, but instead of letting go, the man gripped her tighter and tighter.

The room fell silent for a few seconds, and even the way we breathed seemed to become subtle.

But the next second, that force suddenly loosened.

Cen Yuan took the tissue from her hand: "I can do it myself."

Xu Wantang stared at the spot he was wiping, and her face immediately turned red.

Near the belt.

No wonder he was holding her hand so tightly.

Xu Wantang pretended to drink water, changing the subject: "Second Brother, what brings you here? Didn't you receive my message?"

"Received it." Cen Yuan tossed the tissue aside with his eyelids down. "I don't like giving up halfway."

After saying that, a new cell phone was placed in front of Xu Wantang.

The latest model, folding screen.

She saw it online, and many young girls like it.

Perhaps it's because I haven't felt what I like in a long time.

When she saw someone else's video introducing it, she subconsciously liked it, thinking that she would buy one for herself when she made money.

When closed, it is small and exquisite; when unfolded, it looks like a painting.

Xu Wantang could hardly believe it: "For me?"

Is anyone else here?

Xu Wantang wanted to be polite, saying, "Second Brother, this is too precious, I can't accept it."

Cen Yuan lowered his head and extended his hand: "Alright."

"..."

Xu Wantang pursed her lips.

Why aren't you speaking according to the script?

Cen Yuan didn't take his phone back, remaining standing still: "Don't you want it?"

"Yes, yes, yes!"

Xu Wantang grabbed the phone and shook her head vigorously.

Cen Yuan turned around, a faint smile playing on his lips.

"Let's get started."

"Um... are you sure you really want me to make memes?" Xu Wantang asked again.

Cen Yuan nodded.

Xu Wantang had no choice but to go all out.

Actually, she woke up once in the middle of the night yesterday, and feeling a bit bored, she took out her phone and made a few emojis.

Because of Cen Yuan's status, she didn't dare to be too mischievous.

So it's not difficult for her.

I just don't know if someone who has only just registered for WeChat can accept this.

Xu Wantang tapped a few times on her phone, then covered the screen and looked at Cen Yuan.

"Second brother, we agreed it was just a joke, you can't take it seriously."

Cen Yuan remained silent, which was taken as tacit agreement.

Xu Wantang then nervously sent the GIF over.

Cen Yuan stared at the big-headed doll on his phone, lost in thought.

Afraid that he wouldn't understand, Xu Wantang hurriedly got out of bed, stood beside him, and tapped the doll on the screen.

"Isn't the chibi version adorable? It even nods its head."

"..."

Cen Yuan didn't understand how those two words were being used to describe him.

Xu Wantang was particularly satisfied with his work and even tried to imitate the movements.

He stood upright and straight, nodding slightly.

It seems unapproachable, yet it exudes a serious and adorable charm.

"Second brother, doesn't he look like you? Isn't he cute?"

"No, you..."

Cen Yuan paused, then stopped speaking.

Xu Wantang tilted her head to look at him, her voice soft: "What's wrong with me?"

Cen Yuan followed her face to her legs: "Your legs don't hurt anymore?"

"..."

Oh no, we've been exposed.