"I know."
Gu Zhihan’s forced calm was nearly shattered.
ngng had fainted for three whole days.
When she awakened, her first action was to grab hold of Gu Zhihan, who had stayed by her side, "Husband, how are our children?"
"Aren’t they here?"
While smiling, Gu Zhihan lifted Dabao and Erbao from the car to show her.
The twin babies were fraternal, so they didn’t look alike.
Dabao had more of Gu Zhihan’s features, while Erbao resembled ngng a bit.
At the mont, the two brothers were babbling incoherent words with their tiny mouths and flailing their little hands adorably.
After a glance at them, ngng furrowed her brows and looked back at Gu Zhihan, "You know I’m asking about Sanbao."
The ntion of Sanbao wiped so of the smile from Gu Zhihan’s lips, but he still said calmly, "Sanbao is also doing well, receiving treatnt. I believe he will recover before long."
In truth, Sanbao was suffering from a particularly rare congenital disease—Despair, a condition so nad that there were only two cases worldwide with no possibility of recovery. (Please don’t sweat the details; this is made up.)
Moreover, it couldn’t be detected during prenatal examinations.
"Really?" Luo ngng asked with disbelief.
Gu Zhihan nodded, "Of course it’s true."
To ensure she could peacefully recuperate postpartum, Gu Zhihan had no choice but to tell a kind lie.
"Then take to see him," ngng pleaded in her eyes.
Gu Zhihan seed to have anticipated her request and imdiately said, "It’s not convenient for visitors to disturb his treatnt right now."
But ngng was insistent, "No, I must see him!"
Otherwise, she could never be at peace.
After all, there isn’t a mother in the world who wouldn’t worry about her child.
Unable to persuade her otherwise, Gu Zhihan relented, "Alright, I’ll take you to see Sanbao, but you must promise , the next visit will only be after your month of recovery, alright?"
To see Sanbao, she would agree to anything, even if it ant her death, she would have welcod it with open arms right now.
"I promise you, let’s go quickly."
After finishing her urgent plea, ngng tried to get out of the bed and move.
But the pain from the cesarean scar was too intense; had Gu Zhihan not been supporting her, she would have fallen to the ground by now.
"ngng! Just sit here and don’t move; I’ll find a wheelchair to take you to see Sanbao," Gu Zhihan said tenderly as he helped her sit on the bed.
"Okay." Luo ngng acknowledged, knowing she couldn’t walk, no longer trying to act tough, and nodded in agreent.
After finding a wheelchair, Gu Zhihan pushed her towards the intensive care unit.
Through the window, ngng saw her poor child, his body connected to nurous machines.
Imdiately, tears stread down her cheeks.
"Wuu... Gu Zhihan, my heart hurts so much..."
Her face was filled with despair, her eyes shedding tears without cease like pearls slipping off a string.
How could any mother not feel pain and despair when seeing her child suffer, unable to relieve even the slightest bit of his agony?
"Don’t cry, don’t cry..." Gu Zhihan crouched down and raised his hand to wipe her tears away himself.
Seeing her so distressed made Gu Zhihan even less inclined to tell her that Sanbao could only live until the age of five.
He could barely bear such a cruel reality himself, let alone her, so fragile as she was.
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