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In her previous life, the heavens had given it to her, but she didn't want it. She even secretly gave birth to a child without telling anyone.

It must be, it must be retribution... Thinking of this, she couldn't help but cry again.

Song Beichuan sighed and stepped back a little. He looked down at her crying face and used his thumb to wipe the tears at the corner of her eyes.

"You really want to get another one?"

She nodded vigorously.

"Not because of the pressure from my mother?"

She shook her head.

"Alright then."

"Good …?" "Good horses?" She stopped crying and looked at her husband in confusion.

"Since you really want to live, don't think about it as your own business," he reached out and hooked the hair around her face behind her ears. "I'll take a day off tomorrow. We'll go to the hospital together, okay?"

Lin Xiaoqing stood dumbly on the spot, her mouth open in shock.

"Isn't it better for two people to work together than for you to worry about the bathroom alone?" He suddenly pinched the tip of her nose, which was red from crying.

"Aiya …" She was in pain, but she smiled through her tears.

A week later, when the report came out, Lin realized that the real punishment from God was not the difficulty of getting pregnant at all.

The couple were called back to the hospital to listen to the results of the examination.

Gastric cancer, has been diagnosed... But this time, the person the disease was looking for wasn't her, but her most beloved Song Beichuan.

"But fortunately, the discovery was made early," A voice seemed to always remain calm, as if he was conducting a normal consultation. He calmly spoke the incomparably cruel fact, "Currently, it is only the second stage. If the treatment goes smoothly, then it should be able to be completely cured."

The attending physician also told her some details about the treatment, but Lin Xiaoqing didn't even hear a word of it.

She was so shocked that it was as if her soul had been extracted from her body and she was watching this horror movie from the air.

Why? The only thing left in her mind was this question.

What in God's name was it that had made her live again? Just to make her more miserable? She had suspected that all this was a long and happy dream, but if the price of it was Beichuan's life, then she would rather hope that it wasn't true.

She would rather wake up from her dream immediately and open her eyes. She was glad that she was the one lying on the sickbed, while Song Beichuan was still healthy and happy … Even if he wasn't with her anymore …

"Xiaoqing?" Suddenly, a soft call entered his ears.

She suddenly came to her senses and realized that she had been pulled out of the consultation room at some point.

"Are you all right?" Song Beichuan saw her blank expression and unconsciously revealed a sliver of worry.

It was really ironic. The reason why he proposed to come to the hospital was to relieve the pressure on her to become pregnant. He didn't expect that the examination would instead reveal that he had second stage stomach cancer.

Lin Xiaoqing couldn't help but get angry when she saw his nonchalant expression. "How can you be so calm?" Do you think it's a stomach ulcer?! "

Song Beichuan shrugged, then led her to a chair and sat down. He held her hand and smiled: "The doctor said it already, it's still in the second episode. As long as you receive treatment immediately and take care of yourself, the chances of recovery are very high."

"But …" She bit her lower lip and shivered, her mind filled with pessimistic thoughts.

"Don't think too much, okay?" He reached out and wiped her face.

Strangely, at this moment he wasn't very worried about his own illness. He absolutely believed in modern medical techniques and was even more worried about Xiaoqing.

The moment he found out that he had gastric cancer, it was just like watching a Korean drama on TV. The scenes that he had experienced all his life flashed through his mind like running lanterns … Xiaoqing took up the majority of these scenes.

He remembered that when he first met her, she had been a girl who liked to laugh. She always had a laugh that sounded like silver bells, and her laugh had been so low and strange that no matter how lousy or cold the joke, she would always come to the end.

She was always unable to hide her happiness and emotions, always laughing when she was in a good mood or crying when she was in a bad mood. She would never feel at ease when she was unhappy, nor would she swallow her anger when she was in a bad mood.

He had grown up in a family that taught him to understand rules and regulations. Suppressing things had already become his survival instinct, and he had even gradually forgotten how to express his voice and his own thoughts. When he grew up in a business that was filled with scheming and struggles, he would learn to be expressionless even if he liked it and smile even if he hated it.

In short, the straightforward Lin Xiaoqing allowed him to see his original appearance. So he fell in love with her and wanted to spend the rest of his life with her.

However, ten minutes ago, when his memories quickly ran through his mind, he suddenly discovered that Xiaoqing was happily marrying him. Her smile was indeed less and less every day after their marriage.

Suddenly, he realized that this marriage might not have brought her happiness, but had instead deprived her of her happiness.

"Xiaoqing," thinking of this, he opened his mouth again, "I will definitely recover, okay? "So you really don't have to worry about anything …"

"What nonsense are you talking about?!" "Who the hell do you think I am? I'm your wife, not some passerby! How can I not be worried? "

He held her face and said seriously, "Of course I know you're my wife. I just don't want this to give you any more pressure, do you? With your huge pressure, I won't be able to relax. "

She quieted down, tears welling in her eyes.

"Look, you're going to cry again." He sighed, pressing his forehead against hers. "I know you've been worried about the pregnancy for a long time, and now that I'm sick, I really don't know what I can do to make it easier for you."

"..." You've given me a good life. " She sniffed hard to keep the tears from streaming down her face.

"I don't mean material."

"I know."

"I failed everything but material."

"You're thinking too much." She closed her eyes and snorted.

"Me? How could I possibly think too much? I'm afraid you'll think too much, "he smiled and pinched her chin, trying to cheer her up.

But she wasn't in that mood at all. She brushed his hand away and wiped away the tears at the corner of her eyes, "Did I ever say in my life when I was going to be hospitalized?" I didn't hear you. "

He was stunned for a moment before replying, "He hoped that it would be within a week. He would arrange for the removal of the patient after I was certain that I would be admitted to the hospital."