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"You and Su Lai are both that kind of people. They're both the kind of people that people would see with a single glance. You two are very compatible." She lowered her head and pursed her lips into a smile. She still felt sad no matter what. When she thought of the scene when she got divorced, she still couldn't help but feel that she had fallen into a low tide.

"Yan Yan Yan, stop talking." He gently pushed her away, "I know that I was wrong in the past. That was all that really happened. Explaining, apologizing, these are all useless words. Yan Yan, believe me."

He suddenly lowered his head and took the opportunity when she wasn't paying attention to kiss her on the lips. The light touch made both of them feel slightly dizzy, but he still had a pleased smile on his face: "I'm willing to become better for you."

Her embrace tightened for a moment as he forcefully held her in his embrace, not allowing her to struggle. She cared for him, and he felt that there was still hope, right?

She struggled a few times, but stopped. Leaning against his chest just like that, she felt like the world had become tranquil and peaceful, like a heart without a place to rest, as if she had found a safe place. She couldn't remember how long it had been since she had felt safe.

It was unknown how much time had passed, as if dusk had quietly arrived. She actually fell asleep in his embrace, and how much time had passed since that tranquil slumber. The cologne that came from his shirt and the faint aroma of tobacco made her want to drown in it and never wake up again …

In her dreams, someone was shouting at her, "Wife, Wife, I love you!"

She wanted to cry all of a sudden, and she did.

Warmth was taken care of by security, while Wen Jing was pregnant for a few months. She was not around to pray, and was always on the side taking care of her parents. Her happy parents had returned home today, and Shen Canghao had gone to pick them up.

It was very quiet in the ward. She held the child who had eaten his fill and looked at his little face without moving. He was already a month old.

The contours of her face had become clear, no longer as they had been the other day. She looked like a small old man with wrinkled cheeks.

She seemed to feel a little better.

The child was asleep. She got out of bed and was about to go out for a walk when she heard two nurses on duty talking as she opened the door and walked down the corridor to the garden.

"The girl who was sent here today is only 17 years old. She is pregnant outside the palace and almost died on the operating table. Tsk, tsk, a little girl these days …"

"What is this?" "How old is that child in her stomach? She didn't even have a fist, but you forgot that day when you sent that woman over. The child was already eight months old, and she was born to die, that's a pity, alas, I really don't know what kind of evil was created in her previous life, to actually have such a thing happen to her. If my child had grown up and died like this, I definitely wouldn't be able to live …"

Joy Yan felt her legs go weak. She leaned against the wall to steady herself.

An eight-month-old, as old as her baby.

"Say less. The dean has already instructed everyone not to speak carelessly about this matter. Hurry up and work. The head nurse is here, shh …"

The noise gradually died down, and with an indescribable amount of effort, she managed to move to the bench step by step. She groped for a chair and sat upright on it. Her eyes were like dry wells, but there was not even a single trace of emotion on her face.

She just sat there, the sunlight shining through the glass onto the doctors and pedestrians in the corridor. The sunlight shining through the smiling faces couldn't penetrate her sadness.

She knew it, she had known it from the first time she held the child. Because when she hugged him, and looked at him, it was completely different from the time she hugged him.

If it was her child, her heart wouldn't be cold. If it was her child, she wouldn't be unable to get close to him no matter how hard she tried.

It wasn't her child, no.

Her child, at eight months, had fallen because of her, gone, gone.

Tears fell, and she opened her eyes wide, trying to see what was in front of her. She faced the window, and outside the window was the garden, where a young mother was walking with a baby in her arms. They were so happy, and she was never going to see them again.

The child that had been associated with her and Assi, the child that had been artificially created, had come so unordinary and walked so suddenly. She hadn't even glanced at him once. What kind of mother was she?

She lowered her head and placed her hand on her flat belly. She felt that life was only one thing. Life and death, at such a young age, she had already experienced three of them.

She sat alone for a long time, until Wen Jing and the others came looking for her, her tears had dried. She smiled calmly and went back to the ward, fed the baby, coaxed him to sleep, and when Wen Jing and the others came looking for her, her tears had dried. She sat alone for a long time, and when Wen Jing and the others came looking for her, her tears had dried, smiled calmly and returned to the ward, fed the baby, coaxed him to sleep.

She said that her parents were too old and their health wasn't good, so after a long flight, they couldn't take it anymore and went back home to rest. They would come see her tomorrow morning.

"Is the baby asleep?" He pulled up the coat she was wearing and sat in front of the baby's bed with her, looking at her face.

"Yes, I've fallen asleep. I have a good appetite today." She smiled and lovingly reached out her hand to touch the child.

Seeing that she was fine, he let out a long breath and turned to look at her. "The sunlight these few days is really good. I'll take you out for a walk tomorrow."

"Alright." She nodded, still smiling calmly.

"You've been cooped up in the hospital for so long. The doctor said that you can almost be discharged. Are you happy?" He reached out and touched her hair, and there was love in his voice.

"The baby's ashes, where is it buried?" She suddenly opened her mouth, but the answer was an irrelevant one, causing Shen Canghao's hand to freeze in midair.