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The scene was so beautiful that Song Beichuan's heart hurt so much that he almost couldn't breathe. He would rather have her cry out loud than see her silently drown in grief.

"Come on, lie down here." He ordered gently.

"But the things haven't been tidied up yet …"

"That kind of thing is good enough. Later, I can help too."

She pursed her lips, hesitated for a few seconds, then obediently got into bed and lay down beside him. She nestled into his arms, and he held her close from behind.

"..." "Why do you want a divorce?" she asked, already beginning to understand.

Hearing her question, Song Beichuan revealed a wry smile and rubbed the tip of his nose against her hair. The hundred cycles in his heart suddenly became hard to say.

He thought hard for a while and finally only said a few words, "I probably feel sorry for you …"

Lin Xiaoqing did not say a word, waiting for further instructions.

"All this while, your marriage hasn't made you happy," he said, as if he was recalling the new marriage that had tortured them. "Now that our relationship has calmed down and you're gradually becoming more cheerful, I actually caused such a big trouble at a time like this. It's as if I deliberately want to mess with you …"

"You're thinking too much." She laughed softly, interrupting his rambling. "Would you want me to say the same thing to you when I'm sick today?"

"Impossible." As he said this, he cut the nails and cut the iron.

"Take a look."

"Of course I can't actually sign it. I'm just saying that I have that thought." He folded his hands and held her tighter.

Lin Xiaoqing was speechless. In fact, she couldn't help but imagine in her mind, when she very straightforwardly signed the divorce agreement in her previous life, was Song Beichuan's feelings really painful? Relieved?

"Do you know why I changed so much?" she asked softly.

"Huh?" He was slightly surprised, but surprisingly she took the initiative to ask, "Why?"

"Because …" She couldn't help but take a deep breath and hold his arms back. "Because I had a very long dream, very long, very long, and I dreamt that I left you, that I lived alone in the world, and then after many years, when Cissy grew up and you married someone else, I was still alone …" Until she died in the hospital. "

The fear of being swallowed up by darkness still lingered in her mind.

"Fool, that was just a dream," he smiled, leaning forward to kiss the back of her head.

"Is that so …" The corners of her mouth lifted, but her eyes dropped.

She mocked herself. Perhaps all of this was just a change in his eyes, but to her, she had spent the rest of her life repenting. When she thought about it again, perhaps her rebirth would be the beginning of her redemption.

"Beichuan," she suddenly turned to face him, "promise me, you must get better, you know?"

He smiled and said matter-of-factly, "You don't need to explain this, do you?"

But she couldn't laugh. "I'm serious, I still have a lot of great dishes to cook for you, and I still have a lot of places I want to go with you." Tears welled up in her eyes, "We'll watch Cissy grow up together …" And we're going to have a baby together. "

Song Beichuan quietly wiped her tears, "Yes, my wife." He smiled and whispered in her ear, "So can we now carry out the necessary process of another child?"

"But your body …"

"Shh …"

He kissed her lips, almost covering her entire mouth, preventing her from speaking, and then... Seven hundred and ninety-eight thousand words were omitted.

Not long after she fell asleep, Lin Xiaoqing was woken up by the ringing of the phone.

Who else would call at this late hour? And he didn't make any promises?

She opened her sleepy eyes, rolled out of bed, and walked into the dark to the living room to pick up the phone.

"Hello?"

There was a moment of silence on the other end.

"..." "Hello?" Could it be a prank? She frowned and looked down at the caller ID. She was shocked and completely sober. It was a familiar number, her mother's cell phone number.

"Mom?" She had just blurted out the words when a woman's sobbing could be heard coming from the other side of the phone.

"Mom?!" Lin Xiaoqing was at a loss of what to do. Then, a thought flashed through her mind. She guessed that the other party was looking for her son, so she said, "Err …" Do you want me to wake Beichuan up? "

Mother Song actually sobbed and refused, "No, no …" "Let Beichuan rest …"

Lin Xiaoqing heard the sound of someone pressing on her nose. She held onto the microphone and didn't know what to do. After a while, she heard her mother's hoarse voice.

"I called so late just to tell you …" She sniffed again, "That day, I'm not really going to scold you for those words. I'm just, I'm just having a hard time accepting my own words …" His own son … to have cancer at such a young age... "

When she finished, her mother cried once again. That kind of crying made Lin Xiaoqing feel conflicted. As a mother, she could feel her mother's sorrow and helplessness.

"Mom …" Even she couldn't help but laugh, "Mom, don't cry anymore, I will take good care of Beichuan, don't worry."

"It's cancer! How could I not be worried? "I'm really afraid that he won't be able to come back tomorrow after the operation …"

"I won't, Mom …" She unconsciously smiled, even if the other party was unable to see her. "The doctor said that it was fortunate that he discovered it early and that there is a high chance of recovery. Please don't let your imagination run wild."

Although she wasn't completely sure about this, as long as she wasn't 100% sure, there would always be a worry hanging in her heart, a worry that would make her unable to sleep soundly and lose her appetite, but what else could she do other than pretend to be calm?

"Mom, listen to me," she said, trying her best to comfort her. "Go back to bed now and take Cissy for a walk tomorrow. I'll call you as soon as the surgery is over, okay?"

"But …" Bei Chuan is already in the operation room, how can I be at ease? "

"Of course, I know it's hard," Lin Xiaoqing lowered her head, took a deep breath, and was about to cry with him, but she held it back. Her chin was trembling slightly, and she opened her mouth with great difficulty, "But if Beichuan finds that you haven't had a good rest and have been crying all night, he won't be able to focus on fighting his illness, right?"

Perhaps her emotions had been successfully calmed down, so she didn't say anything for a long time.

"..." "Alright," After a while, her voice reached Lin Xiaoqing's ears, "Then I'll be counting on you, Xiaoqing."

"Don't say that."