Winter passes, and spring arrives.
It seems like overnight, Yanzhou City is brimming with the vitality of spring. The garden of the old mansion is the most conspicuous, with several kinds of flowers blooming eagerly, competing for beauty.
However, such scenery cannot lift Zhixi’s spirits even a little.
As ti passes day by day, there is still no news of He Jingyao. The firm belief she once held finally begins to show tiny cracks.
Whenever she thinks of the worst possibility, she struggles to breathe. Even though she can distract herself during the day, at night, in the middle of her dreams, tears uncontrollably soak her pillow.
Only at this mont does Zhixi realize what that explosion ant for He Jingyao back then. Moreover, at that ti, her death was nearly certain.
How did he endure it back then?
If the sa pain were placed on her... even just imagining it fills her with unbearable sorrow.
And for her, the absence of news from He Jingyao might not necessarily be a bad thing. It implies that he is likely still alive, just unable to return to her side for so reason.
She can only comfort herself in this way.
anwhile, her pregnancy symptoms are becoming more severe, and she has practically eaten nothing for two consecutive days. In her current state, even if she forces herself to eat, she vomits it all up within minutes.
Although she hides it well, one day, after she hastily returned to her room’s bathroom to throw up after a al, Liu Minjun discovered it.
Liu Minjun looked at her palm-sized face and obviously protruding belly, feeling deeply distressed.
"Zhixi, let accompany you to the hospital; the doctor will know what to do." She choked as she spoke.
Zhixi was silent for a mont, then gently nodded.
In fact, both Liu Minjun and she are very aware that her pregnancy symptoms fundantally stem from a ntal illness, with intense anxiety and worry forming a massive pressure, and over ti, her anxiety and fear will only worsen.
However, at this mont, neither of them ntions it, as if just going to the hospital would solve all their problems.
...
Siming Hospital.
After the examination, Zhixi quietly sat there waiting for the results, and Liu Minjun held her hand.
At this ti, Huo Yanzhao, wearing a white coat, walked in.
"Auntie, sister-in-law," he said in a low voice.
"Yanzhao, you’re here today," Liu Minjun tried to force a smile.
"Brother Huo," Zhixi nodded lightly to him, unable to muster a smile on her pale face.
Huo Yanzhao glanced at Zhixi’s complexion, with a trace of concern flashing in his eyes.
"Auntie, about Jingyao... I’m also trying to find a way," Huo Yanzhao looked at them. "I can confirm that Jingyao is still alive."
Zhixi suddenly looked up at him.
Huo Yanzhao seed to hesitate for a mont, then nodded heavily: "I can’t explain the reason for now, but I have a strong premonition. Rest assured, if I get any news, I will inform you imdiately."
"Thank you, Yanzhao," Liu Minjun barely smiled.
Zhixi slowly lowered her head, without speaking.
At this mont, Dr. Zhao ca out from the inner room.
"Director Huo," he first nodded to Huo Yanzhao, then turned his gaze to Zhixi, "Mrs. He, I have good news to tell you."
Good news? Zhixi looked up blankly.
"You’re carrying twins," Dr. Zhao said softly.
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