Receiving the teacup, she teased with a smile, "Zhenzhen is so lovely, and you’re in the sa field. Senior brother, have you really not considered it?"
Sheng Boyan’s emotions weren’t apparent in his eyes; if one didn’t look closely, they would miss it. He spoke in a clear and gentle voice, "She’s just a sister, that’s all."
When he turned around, it inexplicably gave people a sense of desolation.
Nan Wan averted her gaze and didn’t continue the topic, "How’s my mother doing lately?"
In fact, she rarely ca over; in the past six months, she had only visited once.
"Since Uncle Nan ca over, it seems to have had so effect. She was lucid for a few minutes yesterday—her condition is much improved now."
Hearing Sheng Boyan’s words, Nan Wan’s bland eyes and brows didn’t show much fluctuation.
Shen Zhii had told her that after Nan Chengzhi regained consciousness, he didn’t return to the Nan Family villa but ca to the sanatorium. He spent all day with her mother by her side, even sleeping in the room next door at night.
Whether it was a sudden awakening or a guilty conscience wanting to make ands, only he knew.
She put down the teacup and slowly stood up, "Senior brother, you go ahead. I’m going over to take a look."
Sheng Boyan opened the door and carefully ushered her out, "I’ll accompany you over."
Nan Wan looked at him and smiled, saying, "No need, I’m not that delicate."
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Outside the ward.
Through the glass on the door, Nan Wan saw the scene inside.
The afternoon sunlight filtered through the gauzy curtains, casting a soft, warm light into the room.
Compared to the previously emaciated state, Du Ruo now looked much healthier. Her hair was tidy, and her eyes were closed with a slight curve at the corners of her lips, as if she were asleep, or perhaps just napping.
Sitting in a wheelchair beside the bed, Nan Chengzhi held a poetry collection in his hand, occasionally reading a few lines, then stopped to look at Du Ruo on the bed before continuing to read.
The gentleness in his gaze was sothing Nan Wan had never seen before.
Perhaps sensing sothing, Nan Chengzhi turned his head towards the door. When he saw Nan Wan, there was a brief mont of surprise.
He closed the poetry book, placed it at the foot of the bed, and then wheeled himself out of the ward.
There were benches set up in the corridor. Nan Chengzhi folded the blanket draped over his legs and placed it on the seat, "Co, sit here."
Nan Wan just looked at him calmly, standing still for a mont before walking over to sit down with support from the wall.
With a smile on her brows and eyes, but it only glead on the surface—it was a usual expression in front of this man, "What are you doing, Dad?"
Having killed an innocent person, one day suddenly awakened to realize what was wrong and then went to clean the grave, was it true regret, or just to appease a guilty conscience?
Thirty years, doesn’t he find it laughable...
Nan Chengzhi gazed in the direction of the ward, the wrinkles covering his skin left by ti, shedding the shrewdness and calculation honed in the business world.
"Wanwan, you hate , so you feel everything I do is aningless. I’ve wronged your mother, and every day of the rest of my life will be filled with guilt, unable to eat or sleep well. I hope she gets better, want... want her to rember , but I’m also afraid she’ll rember ..."
His voice was hoarse and murky, and as he spoke the last bit, there seed to be a hint of self-mockery.
Nan Wan slightly bowed her head, her palm resting on her round pregnant belly, her serene brows and delicate features unruffled.
Her voice was flat, with no inflection, "When you married Mom, did you love her?"
When she started to rember things, the Nan Family was no longer like a family. Outsiders all said that back then, Nan Chengzhi approached Du Ruo with ulterior motives, eyeing her family business, and only after taking over the company following the deaths of Du Ruo’s parents did he heartlessly kick her away.
Upon hearing the question, Nan Chengzhi paused, seemingly contemplating an appropriate answer.
After a long ti, he replied, "If I say I loved her, you’d think I’m acting. If I say I didn’t, you’d think I’m heartless and indifferent."
He paused for a few seconds, then slowly turned the wheelchair, "These thirty years, I haven’t lived comfortably either."
Back in the room, heading towards the light.
Nan Wan sat on the bench for a long ti, her long hair falling and obscuring her small face. Others couldn’t see her expression clearly.
Riding the elevator downstairs, the inpatient and outpatient buildings were separated by a circular flower bed, with no other exits.
Crossing the flower bed, Nan Wan encountered soone who should have been in An City on the first floor of the outpatient building.
The person held a few boxes of dicine and so paynt slips, also stunned on seeing her, and then slowly smiled.
Walking up to her, the person’s gaze lingered on her belly for a few seconds before slowly moving up, "Long ti no see, Doctor Nan."
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