Situ Jin pointed to the lines below, which Ru Feng recognized as her father’s handwriting: “Today we learned about the baby’s existence. One month old; the doctor says the heart has already formed.”
Situ Jin caressed the photo. “At this time, you were just a tiny embryo. I couldn’t find you in the photo, but I knew our baby was already here. Your mother said she could feel your heartbeat.”
He showed Ru Feng an album documenting her development from conception to birth, filled with his loving thoughts and anticipation.
The passage ends with a deeply emotional moment between Ru Feng and her father, exploring the unconditional love of parents, while hinting at a potentially tragic situation with Ru Feng’s pregnancy.
She had never felt the hospital so cold, so cold that her heart trembled. Even when on the brink of death, she had never felt suffocated like this, wishing for wings to escape quickly.
Sitting outside the operating room, she suddenly heard a baby crying. She looked around in panic, as if she could hear the tender voice crying, “Mommy, Mommy!”
She stood up, wanting to walk out, her hands tightly covering her belly, as if comforting the crying baby. She could feel that he must be crying very sadly.
She was reluctant to let go.
She wanted this child, knowing it would be particularly cute.
“Qiu Rufeng, where is Qiu Rufeng?” the nurse called out, waving a form. “It’s your turn, come in.”
Her heart was in turmoil as she hesitated.
“Hurry up, there are people waiting!” the nurse urged, grabbing her arm and taking her into the operating room.
Baby, I can’t let you suffer; thankfully, you don’t know pain right now.
On the cold operating table, she closed her eyes.
Around her, instruments clattered as someone lifted her clothes. She bit her lip, clenching her fist tightly.
Suddenly, a door burst open, and she was shaken violently. “You want to kill our child?”
She opened her eyes to find Qi Feng, his face desperate, like a demon from hell.
“Second Brother!” she called softly.
Qi Feng collapsed to his knees, looking up at her. “You want to kill him?” His expression was void of tears, filled with unbearable grief.
