Suddenly another word appeared in his mind, a special word. It was his name, the name he remembered in his soul, and this clear word made his heart suddenly beat. Soon,
soon.
Qing, Qinglan. His fingers were on the keyboard, was this one? The inexplicable familiarity made his eyes slightly wet. The pale and helpless figure in the rain seemed to have broken his eyes again.
There were no tears in his eyes, but he cried, really cried.
Why is it different? Why is it completely different from what Yi Ruo told? The story in his mind is a completely different scene. He can still see the woman's face clearly, but intuitively, he knows that the person is not Yi Ruo, not Yi Ruo.
she.
The blue light shone on him. He was looking at the computer in a trance, and his eyes turned green. It was hard to understand.
In the hospital, everything is white, clean white, and also cold white.
Su Zhetuo's back was pressed against the cold wall. The British winter was indeed colder than the Chinese winter. His fingers were clenched tightly, as if he didn't even have the courage to let go. He was afraid that if
If he lets go, he will rush directly into the operating room.
"Cousin, I'm sorry. I didn't mean it. It was all Wang Xiaolan's fault, not me. Please believe me?" Yi Ruo explained carefully, feeling scared to death. With so much blood, would she die?
No, no, she didn't kill anyone, and she didn't kill Arthur's child. Her whole body was shaking constantly. It wasn't her, it was all Wang Xiaolan's doing. Su Zhetuo just closed his eyes,
Hiding the pain in his eyes.
"Stop talking. You'd better shut up now, or I'll strangle you to death." He warned in a low voice that if she kept talking, no matter whose cousin she was, he would kill her.
And his Lan Lan has been in for several hours, and her whole body is covered in blood. Is she really okay?
But Yi Ruo didn't dare to say anything. She was really afraid of Xiang Qinglan's death. If she died, her cousin would not let him go. If Arthur knew the truth, even ten thousand times would not be enough for her.
The lights in the operating room went out. The door opened from the inside...but the baby's cry was not heard.
Xiang Qinglan opened her eyes slightly. She vaguely just looked at the doctor holding a small body, the baby, in his arms. Her lips moved feebly, and then she lost any consciousness again, but during the struggle
, she stretched her hands forward as if she wanted to grab something, but in the end, she couldn't grab anything.
The doctor came out, holding a baby in his arms, a very small child.
"The baby is less than three pounds. It's very small. Just look at it. It's a girl who won't survive." The doctor sighed. "The body of a pregnant woman is not good to begin with, and she has suffered such a big impact. How can she survive?"
His life is already good, but as for this child, we can’t save him."
He sighed. The little body in his arms was so light that it made him feel distressed.
The doctor took another look at the little guy in his arms. The baby was almost as big as his palm. At this time, he just closed his eyes tightly and couldn't even cry. All the organs in the child's body were
They were all weak, not well developed at all, and they were born prematurely, seven months premature.
He handed the child in his arms to Su Zhetuo, but Su Zhetuo just numbly hugged the child in his arms tightly. This small and incredible child was Lan Lan's child, her daughter.
He looked at the child's face carefully. He didn't know who the wrinkled little face looked like. The black eyelashes kept flashing, the small fists were clenched tightly, and the small mouth looked like a kitten from time to time.
The same sound.
I don’t know how to cry, or maybe I can’t cry.
"Cousin, this child?" Looking at the child in Su Zhetuo's arms, Yi Ruo instinctively clenched her hand. She was afraid, but she was also jealous. This is Xiang Qinglan's child.
, but it must be Arthur. She can't stay here, otherwise people will find out sooner or later.
"Cousin, this child can't be kept. She can't live anymore. Leave it to me. She can't see it again, otherwise she won't be able to bear it. Moreover, this child can't be kept here? How can I do it?
Arthur knew about it." Yi Ruo stared at the child fiercely, but the child kept his eyes closed tightly and his breathing was extremely weak. She persuaded Su Zhetuo that everything was actually for herself.
She would not let this child ruin everything for her. No matter how old the child was, she could not let her stay here.
Su Zhetuo just carefully placed his big palm on the child's small face. His black eyes flashed. He was struggling, really struggling. Such a young child really couldn't survive.
, a child that even doctors would give up on.
What should he do? What should he do? Maybe Yi Ruo is right. If Lan Lan knows about this child, maybe she will really not be able to support it anymore, and this child really can't stay.
If that man knew about it, everything he had done would be over. During the choice, he closed his eyes and his pursed lips trembled slightly.
Sorry Lan Lan...
He opened his eyes and gently stroked the child's little face with his fingers, which was already turning blue.
"Go and deal with it," he carefully handed the child into Yi Ruo's hands. He was only worried about Xiang Qinglan, and as expected, the child would not survive.
Yi Ruo hugged the child in her arms tightly, her eyes turned cold, and she quickly walked out. She stared down at the child in her arms, but when no one was paying attention, she pinched the child's little face with her fingers.
The child's lips moved, and his whole body seemed to be bruised, but he still did not cry.
She walked outside the hospital and kept walking. When she saw no one, she put the child in her arms who was only a few hours old on the ground. To be honest, she wanted to kill the child, but she
But if you can't do it, just throw it away. You won't be able to survive anyway.
She turned around and left, then looked back at the child on the ground. If you want to blame it, blame it on you for not being Arthur's child. If you want to blame it, blame it, you are that woman's child.
This time she turned around and left, never looking back at the child. This child was thrown away by her, but it would also become a nightmare for her life.
The child stretched out her little fist. It was extremely cold in the winter. She shook her little hand from time to time. Finally, a small cry came out, like a kitten's voice, which was particularly distressing.