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She nodded and looked down at her hands on her knees.

She knew a little about the treatment process, because she had experienced it in her previous life.

"Mm, yes."

She stopped talking and thought about the memory of receiving chemotherapy, as if it had only happened yesterday … However, this time, it was the other half that she loved the most.

She still remembered that the comb had a lot of hair tied around it. She remembered that she had vomited more than she had eaten. She also remembered that her mouth had once been so festering that she couldn't eat anymore … The thought of Beichuan having to go through all this made her so distressed she could barely breathe.

That night, when Mother Song found out about the news, she rushed over to the house in a flustered manner. All the grief and indignation she felt was directed at Lin Xiaoqing.

"How did you become a wife? My good son has been entrusted to you to take care of, do you see how you look at Gu Cheng? Gastric cancer? Gastric cancer?! What exactly do you give him to eat?! " She was furious and flustered. She almost raised her hand to hit her daughter-in-law.

"Mom, enough." Song Beichuan said impatiently while sitting on the sofa with his daughter in his arms.

"What is enough? Do you think you just caught a cold? Gastric cancer! You've only been married a few years, and she's causing you stomach cancer. What about ten years later? Wouldn't ten years be over?! "

"My illness has nothing to do with her. Don't speak nonsense." He closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

"How could it be unrelated? Have you been sick at home for more than twenty years? Have I ever given you a serious illness? " Mother Song stood with her hands on her hips. She was furious to a degree that Lin Xiaoqing had never seen before.

But she could completely understand her mother-in-law's thoughts, so she just sat there quietly, bearing all the blame, with no intention of refuting.

Perhaps it was just as Grandma said, she was the culprit. Whether she didn't take good care of Song Beichuan or the God of Fate came to Beichuan to punish her, it was all her fault.

She even began to believe that without her, Beichuan's life would not have been so complicated, whether it was now or now.

Her heart ached, but she could not shed a single tear.

Mother Song said some nasty words later. She heard it, but could only blankly stare ahead, unable to see the focal point.

"Is that enough?!" Song Beichuan moved Xi Xi Xi to the side and bellowed: "If you put this on Xiaoqing's head, will my illness be cured? Or do you think that when it happens, someone must take the blame? "

Song Beichuan wanted to be filial. This was the first time in his life that he was angry at his mother. His mother was shocked and speechless.

"Now that it's happened, is it hard to face it and get rid of it?" He continued, "Why did you specifically run over here to point at Xiaoqing and scold her? How do you help things by saying so much? It's just that it made the atmosphere even worse, made Xiaoqing feel even more guilty, and made me feel even worse. "

After he finished speaking, he got up in anger and walked back to his bedroom, slamming the door, leaving the three of them in the living room, at a loss for what to do.

In the end, Mother Song went back with worry and anger, while Sicily snuggled up to her and acted like a spoiled child, looking confused.

Lin Xiaoqing forced a smile, an awkward and bitter smile on her face. She touched Cissy's cheeks and said, "Let's go. Mommy will accompany you to sleep."

At this moment, she really wanted to know, no matter how many times she had been reborn, was everything she loved destined to be shattered in her hands?

If this was the true essence of fate, then she would rather have nothing. Really, she wanted nothing …

"Mommy?" Cissy suddenly stretched out her hand and touched her face. "Mommy, don't cry, Mommy, don't cry, blush..." "So shy …"

In order to take care of the company's miscellaneous matters, Song Beichuan was two days late to get hospitalized and decided to undergo surgery on the day of admission.

He did not confess to his illness, but simply said that his digestive system had to be operated on except for a few ailments.

His colleagues did not doubt him and even teased him, saying, "Mystical, must be shameful surgery!"

Song Beichuan stopped and just laughed it off. He then agreed, "That's right, before that place is exposed, let's cut it off quickly."

He acted just like the usual boss who was making fun of him. He acted just like how he used to.

Although concealing the truth made him feel guilty and uneasy, as if he didn't trust his employees, but on second thought, he realized that his cancer was bad enough, so why did he need to bring those negative effects into the company?

The night before he was admitted to the hospital, they sent Cissy to her mother's house in Song. When she came back, Lin Xiaoqing sat on the bed and carefully helped him pack up some of his daily necessities.

Song Beichuan laid on the bed with his face in his hands. Looking at her elegant and delicate back, he suddenly felt eerily detached from reality.

He did not know how to describe his current thoughts. It was an experience that he had never experienced before.

Shakespeare had lived through a great injury, and it would change a person's character completely.

He couldn't imagine that when he returned to this society, this home, he would still be who he was now. In fact … He wasn't sure if he had a chance to go home.

"Do you know what my first thought was?" he began suddenly.

"Hmm?" She tilted her head and glanced at him. "What did you say?"

"That's right …" He waved his hand, making meaningless gestures in the air. "The first thought that came to my mind when I announced that I had cancer."

"Are you angry?" She lowered her head and continued to arrange the clothes neatly in front of Li Zhong.

"No."

"Resentful?" She made wild guesses, but her mind was distracted. "Still afraid?"

"Not really." He still shook his head.

"Then I can't guess."

"The idea that came to my mind at that moment was to divorce you."

Lin Xiaoqing was stunned. Her body stiffened for two seconds, and then she pretended that she didn't understand the meaning behind his words. She jokingly replied, "That's too much. You wanted to divorce me after being sick. If it were my turn another day, wouldn't I be sick?"

"I didn't mean that."

She did not speak again.

"I just suddenly remembered at that moment," he continued, "After you marry me, not only will you not have a honeymoon, you have to immediately adapt to life as a mother." I just suddenly thought of this at that moment, "he continued," After you marry me, not only will you not even have a honeymoon, you have to immediately adapt to life as a mother.

"Don't say anymore …" Before he could finish, Lin Xiaoqing stopped him.

Tears fell silently as she lifted her hand to wipe them away, continuing to tidy them up before sliding down again. She raised her hand to wipe them away as she focused on arranging his clothes.