Summer Yuluo was scared. Fortunately, Fang Tiancheng was at home and quickly drove him to the hospital.
“These are the final stage symptoms. Please prepare yourselves. It’s very likely he won’t wake up this time,” the doctor said to Yuluo and Tiancheng in Yuzhe’s hospital room.
“How can you say such things in front of the patient? He’ll be heartbroken!” Summer Yuluo questioned the doctor.
“Miss, he’s in a coma—”
“He can hear! He can hear what you’re saying, and what I’m saying!” Yuluo walked to Yuzhe’s bedside, holding his hand: “Little Zhe, don’t you want to hear your child’s cry before leaving us? If you can’t wait that long, just wait a few more days, and the ultrasound will show the baby’s shape. Don’t you want to see him before you go?”
She was right. Fang Yuzhe could indeed hear her words, or perhaps it was a coincidence.
His finger moved in Yuluo’s grasp, and after struggling for a while, he finally opened his eyes.
“See! See, he can hear!” Yuluo shouted triumphantly at the doctor.
The doctor looked slightly embarrassed, saying, “Don’t let the patient get too excited,” and then left the room.
“What happened to me? Why does it smell like a hospital?” Fang Yuzhe asked, lying in bed.
“You just fainted,” Fang’s father said, holding his son’s hand.
“Dad, am I about to end?”
Yuluo’s smile froze again. Seeing Yuzhe’s defeated expression, her rationality was gradually crumbling.
“What of it?” Xia Yuluo said fiercely, “Do you think I would give birth to him? Impossible! A child without a mother’s or father’s love would be miserable, just like me! I won’t leave him alone in this world!”
“You promised me!” Fang Yuzhe exclaimed.
“Can’t I go back on my word? You also promised to never leave me! You also promised to travel the world with me! You can’t do any of those things, so why should I keep my promise?”
“Is it that I don’t want to do those things?”
