After she finished speaking, there was no response, not even a syllable.
The other person’s gaze was too cold and fierce, as if the chill from the river had not yet dissipated. Even without uttering a word, the hostility and indifference only increased.
Under such a gaze, she couldn’t hold on for even half a minute. When nervous, she would unconsciously adjust her glasses, swallow, and offer a cliché but powerless comfort, "As long as we take good care, there is still a possibility."
Mu Jin Huan’s half face was hidden in the shadows, his dark eyes swirling with a darkness that seed ready to devour everything, but when the storm passed, what remained was tranquility.
His voice was low yet firm, "Apart from you and , I don’t want a third person to know, including my wife."
The doctor understood what he ant, "Alright, I understand."
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In a daze, Nan Wan seed to have had a bizarre dream, long and complex.
mories from the past twenty years surfaced, chaotic and fleeting, much like when one is dying, and people start recalling various aspects of their life.
There was Lu Li, who threw candy into her room from the tree branches, teenage Shen Zhii with her youthful exuberance, her third brother who always protected her and said he would take care of her for life even if she couldn’t find soone she liked, and Xu Moyi, who was erratic yet sincerely kind to her.
Also, her loving and gentle grandmother, Nan Chengzhi who never fulfilled his paternal responsibilities, Jiang Xiaoman and Nan Huaiyu who destroyed her family, and... her mother.
Yet, after peeling away the layers of mist, what remained was only the image of that one person.
Like scattered light and shadow, but his face was unmistakably clear.
When people do wrong, retribution will inevitably co, sotis sooner, sotis later, but it will co.
Perhaps it was her first ti, so retribution ca quickly.
Many tis in the past, she had wanted to end it all, but at the mont of true death, she found herself afraid.
Afraid of not eting him in the next life, not eting... a man nad ’Mu Jin Huan’, who gave her ho, who gave her warmth.
Her eyelids were heavy, her vision blurred, the whiteness of the room was dazzling, and after several attempts, she barely managed to open her eyes.
The faint scent of disinfectant in the air slowly cleared her muddled thoughts, the suffocating feeling before losing consciousness seed yet to fade.
She seed to rember seeing him in the icy, bone-chilling river water, was it an illusion or reality?
"Where are you uncomfortable?"
A low voice sounded in her ear.
Accompanying it was the man’s familiar sll, a mix of tobacco and crisp mint.
The blurred vision gradually faded, like a slow-motion scene in a movie, the man’s sculpted features slowly becoming clear.
Her throat dry, her voice hoarse, "...my head hurts a little."
It turned out that seeing him before she suffocated was real.
Mu Jin Huan poured a cup of hot water, adjusted the temperature, walked to the bedside, slightly raised the head of the bed, his gaze was unprecedentedly gentle, "You are still feverish, so it will hurt a bit."
Nan Wan was propped up by him, leaning on the pillow he raised, her gaze touching his stubbled chin, the tiredness on his features, and... the bloodshot in his deep eyes.
The ward was lit, the light outside the window was not very bright, even sowhat dim.
Although her mind was a ss and she didn’t know the ti, she could roughly tell it was the next evening.
She moistened her dry lips and said softly, "I’m sorry for worrying you."
Mu Jin Huan sat on the chair by the bed, the emotion in his dark eyes not leaking at all, looking at her weak face, he asked in a deep, low voice, "Have you thought about the consequences if I had returned one minute later?"
When he pulled the barely breathing Nan Wan out of the water, there was only one voice in his mind: if sothing happened to her, how would he endure the long and lonely years ahead?
No one knew, in those few short minutes, how afraid Mu Jin Huan, who always hid his emotions of calmness and indifference deeply, was.
Yes, afraid, unfamiliar, never before.
Nan Wan’s throat was very uncomfortable, so she drank a couple of sips of the warm water brought to her lips by the man, her gaze constantly on him.
The dryness in her throat eased a bit, so her speech was not as difficult as before, but still weak, "I knew that child, and I didn’t think too much at the ti."
She is a doctor, unable to turn a blind eye.
Mu Jin Huan placed the cup on the table, his dry warm palm caressing the abnormal redness of her feverish cheeks, his fingertips slowly stroking her skin, his resonant voice laced with countless emotions, "Did you think about ?"
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