In the ward, a faint smell of disinfectant filled the air, and the curtains were half closed to prevent the light in the ward from being too bright, nor from being so dark that it was lifeless.

It was quiet, and the only things that could be heard were the instruments monitoring vital signs placed at the bedside, which were ringing one by one according to the pulse of the person on the bed.

The man lying on the hospital bed had a thin outline and a thin figure. His facial features were handsome, but his thinness made his handsome facial features a bit more desolate. He lay quietly on the hospital bed, his eyes closed and his breathing slow, his lips

He was a little pale, and his face looked a little sickly and ugly.

He put his hands outside the quilt, holding a clip on his index finger that was used to detect heart rate and connect to an electrocardiogram monitoring instrument.

Beside the bed, a wheelchair was parked there. The woman sitting in the wheelchair had a face that was even thinner than his. She was so thin and haggard that she even looked a bit older than her peers.

Her eyes were empty, just looking ahead quietly, looking at the man on the hospital bed. The focus of her eyes seemed to be on him, but there seemed to be no focus at all.

She has been living like this for so long, and she has been in this state since her daughter died.

But at this moment, the empty eyes seemed to have a little focus when looking at the needle stuck on the back of the man's hand.

My mind is blank, but at this moment the memory seems to be pulled back to a long time ago, the needle...

It seems that this kind of needle has penetrated into Qianqian's white and tender skin. If it can't be penetrated by hand... it just penetrates into her scalp...

Qianqian cried so miserably...that was her daughter.

However, the one lying on the hospital bed at this moment is not the little cutie, not the soft cutie, but... Shaohua.

The man she once loved so hard, with all her emotions.

She was willing to give birth to children for him, knowing clearly that he was engaged... She clearly knew that he was engaged...

Maybe this is retribution.

At that time, she naively believed that as long as there was love, nothing would be difficult to overcome.

But in this world, everything does not come with love. Those mistresses who destroy other people's families also keep saying that they are true love, and then do all kinds of bad things.

Obviously... I obviously hate women like this the most, but how long ago did I become such a woman who broke other people's marriage contracts and destroyed other people's families under the guise of true love? How long ago did I become such a woman?

My mother clearly told herself, she said, Xiaochan, you will not be happy like this. You destroy other people's marriages and other people's families. The happiness you get from this is just a flower in the moon in the mirror.

One day, there will be retribution, and others will come to destroy your happiness. This is wrong.

She didn't believe it, but I accepted it when she said there would be retribution.

Later, Zhou quietly came to see her, Shaohua's legitimate wife. She said, "Zuo Chan, thirty years from Hedong to thirty years from Hexi, it's not that I haven't repaid you when the time has not come. You have destroyed my family like this, and you will be punished one day."

Yes, we are all women, and you treat me like this, and you still have the nerve to say that this is true love? You are such a perfidious cousin, you will have your retribution.

She thought that there would be retribution, and she thought that no matter what, she accepted it, but she never thought that this so-called retribution would actually be repaid to her daughter.

If I could do it again...

The man on the hospital bed has slowly opened his eyes. It is not difficult to see that his eyes are full of fatigue and sleepiness, but he still managed to open his eyes.

The vision in his eyes gradually became clear, and he looked at the woman sitting in the wheelchair beside the bed. Her eyes had always been unfocused, but at this moment, she seemed to be focused on him.

This made Shaohua couldn't help but feel a little happy, and a smile appeared on his lips. Although he was still a little weak, he moved his pale lips gently and whispered, "Xiaochan, have you been worried?"

His eyes were full of tenderness and doting. He had already reached out and gently touched her cheek, which was so thin that there was almost no trace of flesh. "Are you scared? Don't worry, I'm fine. I still have to take care of you.

He won’t die so early…”

As soon as Shaohua finished saying this, a low, magnetic voice with a bit of a hoarse voice came from the door.

"If you continue like this, it won't be difficult to die early."

As soon as he finished speaking, the half-open door of the ward was pushed open, and Cheng Ke walked in.

"Back?" Shaohua asked when he saw him coming in. He also knew about Cheng Ke going to the United States to find his son.

Cheng Ke nodded.

"Actually, it's not that serious. I've just been too busy these past few days and barely had time to sleep, so this happened."

Then Shaohua looked behind Cheng Ke. Wen Yanchu held his son and walked in with Duan Ning.

Shao Lingxi didn't want to come in. She felt uncomfortable seeing Shaohua like this, so she waited at the door.

Wen Yan glanced at Shaohua for the first time. This man was not having a good life. He was so haggard and thin. Moreover, it was not difficult to see from his face that he was very weak.

But after Wen Yanchu's eyes swept across his face, they stopped at the back of the person sitting in the wheelchair by the window.

A pitifully thin back.

Shaohua looked at the little guy in Wen Yanchu's arms, his eyes glazed over, and he couldn't regain his composure.

"Xiaochan, Yan Chu is here." Duan Ning walked up first, then gently stretched out her hand and pressed on Zuo Chan's shoulder.

Zuo Chan said nothing. When she heard the name Yan Chu, her empty eyes seemed to be clear for a moment, and then they became empty again. She did not move or make a sound, and even her expression did not change.

, as if everything has nothing to do with her.

"Didn't you always want to wait for Yan Chu to come back? Now she is back and comes to see you." Duan Ning felt distressed when he saw her like this. Every time he saw her, he felt distressed again. "She brought her children to see you.

You, her child."

When she heard the word "child", Zuo Chan's eyes seemed to have some focus again, and she turned her head stiffly and looked at Duan Ning.

Wen Yanchu had already walked a few steps forward from the back and stood in front of Zuo Chan. Looking at Zuo Chan's appearance, he felt uncomfortable in his heart. If something happened to Chengcheng, he might not be much better than Zuo Chan's current appearance, right?

She suppressed the sourness in her nose and then said, "Xiaochan, I'm here to see you, would you like to have a word with me? This is my son Chengcheng, would you like to have a word with him?"

Shaohua watched Zuo Chan's reaction nervously. When he saw her turning her head just now, Shaohua suddenly felt a little hope in his heart.

"Chengcheng, call me Aunt Xiaochan." Wen Yanchu said to his son.

Chengcheng was a little afraid of Zuo Chan's appearance. Indeed, he was expressionless and silent. He was still sitting in a wheelchair without making any movements. But after listening to his mother's words, he still called out obediently and whispered, "Auntie Xiaochan."

There was silence for a while, and the room became deathly quiet.

Sure enough, it still doesn’t work?

"If my daughter is still alive, she should not be much younger than you..."
Chapter completed!