C81

Chapter 81 - Unintentional Heartbeat

Slow is always like this, in the inadvertent make my heart move.

"I fainted?" I can't remember, not a bit.

The final impression is only in the director's roar at me, where the gentle voice of I fainted.

I don't understand, I don't understand why he said that, and I don't know if he was right.

You better not run around for the next two days and take care of your body properly at home. When your body is better, you can go back to the production crew. I've communicated with the director about the progress of the production team, so he will slow down the system and try his best to raise the quality of this movie. In addition, even if this character is gone, I can still give you other characters.

He was going to say that I was not well, but he was afraid that I would think of the child that had already been lost. I felt a little ironic about the gentleness.

What did he look like when I beat him up, and I still remember him so well, and what is he trying to do now?

And these words, a few days ago, he had just happened to say these words to another woman who looked very much like me, and now he said them to me, is it to me, who's called Lin Xiang, or to the double me?

It is said that pregnant women are easily depressed when they feel bad. Now that my child is gone, when I was a month old, I was in such a mood. Will I also suffer from depression?

I was thinking that if I was depressed, would it be because I pitied him and gave him a lot of attention?

"I understand, but give me a cup of water, I can drink it myself." I held the cup in my hand and said with a bit of estrangement.

I didn't want to be too attached to his care. It didn't belong to me, and I could lose it at any time.

The more I thought about it, the more lucid I became.

Even with my status as the gentler wife, I could leave me at any time.

"Lie still, I'll feed you. Your health is not good." He slowly frowned and did not let go.

I couldn't resist being too slow. Just now, when I moved, I felt as if my body fell into water like a sponge. It felt extremely heavy.

I might as well just let it be. Just this once, when I'm better, I won't be like this again, I think.

As he slowly came out of the room, he looked at the large cup of water which had been drunk by Lin Xiang, and the knot in his forehead relaxed. still could not completely trust him regarding the matters concerning the child.

But in the face of all this, he didn't know what he should or should not be able to do.

He was afraid that he would be too friendly with Lin Xiang, scared him, and afraid that if he wasn't friendly with Lin Xiang, Lin Xiang would unconsciously distance herself even more from him.

No matter what, it didn't seem to be a good idea.

Lin Xiang, oh Lin Xiang, what should I do to let you clearly see how I feel about you?

He was currently very conflicted, whether it was because Zhang Mancha had gotten married or because he had really fallen for Lin Xiang.

He could not see his own heart clearly. Perhaps it was because he had not come into contact with Mancha for a very long time, he was still a little unfamiliar with her and it was no longer as vivid as it was at that time.

Perhaps it was because Lin Xiang and her were really too similar that he thought of the present Lin Xiang, and not Mancha. The past between him and Mancha, was really too distant.

Even if he recalled them, they were all fragmented. Some of them happened at an unknown time, and a little bit of them were left in his memory.

But he was different from Lin Xiang, he had initially truly treated Lin Xiang as Mancha. Therefore, every single scene in Lin Xiang's memories, was very clear, and every single one seemed to be right before her eyes.

After standing in the living room for a long time and feeling a bit of cold air around his body, only then did he slowly remember that Lin Xiang had mentioned to him that she would like to fetch another cup of water.

As I lay in bed, I couldn't see the bedroom door being opened. I felt a little anxious.

Could it be that it will be like last time, and because of Zhang Mancha, gently abandon me once again? It's just like the day in Civil Affairs Bureau, the day when I induced labor in the hospital, I was the only one there.

Otherwise, why would he be so slow when it was just a cup of water?

The anxiety in my heart increased even more. I wanted to get up to take a look, but I also wanted to stubbornly wait a bit. Perhaps, I would be able to slowly return later?

Maybe I was overthinking it?

A minute and two minutes passed, but the door was still tightly shut. There was no sign of the door being pushed open.

I'll go down and take a look. If it's slow, I'll be right back, I thought.

Ye Zichen also lifted up the blanket on his body.

He slowly got off the bed and looked outside through the peephole.

I carefully opened the door and walked down the stairs. Although I was barefoot as I walked down the stairs, I actually didn't feel any cold at all.

"Why did you come down?" A clear and cold male voice sounded in my ear. I quivered and turned around in fright, just like a frightened cat.

"When did you get behind me?" Why is there no sound at all? What if it frightens me to the point of having a heart attack? Will this gentleness sustain me for the rest of my life?

"Call me slow, or husband." A blanket appeared out of nowhere and draped itself over me.

I squeezed the blanket on my body, feeling a little lost. If I had been gentle earlier, I might have been happier. "Slow down." Husband is too heavy for me to say.

The fact that I removed my surname only made me feel more intimate, but it was nothing compared to me.

"Come, let's go upstairs. I've made porridge for you just now. We'll be able to drink it in a while." A gentle voice entered my ears. I was stunned for a moment before my heart skipped a beat.

So, just now, she stewed some porridge for me?

That was why he didn't come up for such a long time.

Did I misunderstand him?

It's just a cup of congee, actually it's nothing. I can't let him have my heart because of a slight act of gentleness.

I silently went upstairs and was gently lifted up by the waist and placed on the bed. Because it was so sudden, I cried out in alarm.

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

She slowly looked at me and sighed. "I'm sorry, I've scared you. Your health is not good, so I will hire someone to take care of you in the next two days. Don't run around anymore. I will worry."

You're worried?

I tightly stared at the calmness, but in my heart, I scoffed at his worry. What was I worried about?

Was he worried that Zhang Mancha and I would not resemble each other after my accident?

I don't want to think about it any more, I don't want to think about it any more. I don't understand.

If I was really romantic and had some experience with countless of boyfriends, I might not be like this anymore. People grow up from being hurt time and time again.

I will grow up.

"Lie still." I didn't reply. My gentle face stiffened for a moment, but then quickly returned to normal.

That expression on his face must be the so-called worry, right? I think.

When I can't bear it any longer, maybe I'll change to another double, I thought.

Lying on the bed, looking at the ceiling, but in my heart there is such a small lucky, gentle did not leave me, maybe gentle had a little affection for me.

I feel like a bitch.

The price of losing a child still can't completely wake me up, but in love, the first lost person will usually appear humble, right?

I made up an excuse for myself, but I didn't seem to be doing it that way.

He slowly went out again, and came back in very quickly. In his hand was the porridge that he had mentioned earlier.

The steaming hot porridge made me want to cry as I looked at my face through the mist. Suddenly, my eyes felt sore and I wanted to cry.

The face I had come to know in a few months, and the face which I could not forget, suddenly seemed to me, through the mist, to be separated from me by a thousand mountains.

He is an existence that I cannot hope to reach. Not only is he an existence between us, but he also doesn't have me in his heart. Even the description of Wanshui Mountain doesn't reveal the true difference between us.

All of this was destined. There was no way to escape, no way to see through it …

He was both an antidote and a poison.

It was a dream I didn't want to wake up.