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“What are the chances of curing her by introducing the virus to the fetus?” “Around fifty percent.” Jun Hao waved his hand: “I understand. Go and make preparations.” In the empty hall, only Jun Hao remained. He slumped onto the sofa, his fingers buried in his hair. After introducing the CR virus to the fetus, the cure rate was fifty percent, but the chances of successful conception were only ten percent. Was heaven playing a joke on him, just when he had the courage to truly love someone, it would treat him this way. “Young Master Jun,” Leng Xiang called out, slowly walking down from upstairs. “Xiang’er,” he looked up and gave her a slight, raised-eyebrow smile. “If you don’t want to smile, then don’t. It looks really ugly,” she sat down beside him and softly said: “I’ve heard about An Ke. You must have confidence. She will definitely get better. You are her greatest spiritual motivation. You must tell her confidently that as long as you are here, she will recover.” “Xiang’er,” he called her softly, reaching out to caress her cheek: “Xiang’er, if there is truly a next life, please don’t meet me again. What you want, I can never give you.” She reached out and blocked the words about to leave his mouth: “I am willing to stay by your side. You have no obligation to give me anything.” “It’s my fault.” “No, you haven’t wronged me. That night years ago, we did not have a relationship.” All along, she wanted to use this secret to stay by his side, wanting him to always be good to her. He had indeed been good to her, but she felt no joy in her heart. “I know,” he embraced her: “I am good to you only because I see you as my closest relative, my most beloved sister.” Only now did she realize that she had been the one kept in the dark all along. She fell into his embrace, perhaps this was the last time she would so unreservedly reveal her true feelings. ………………………………………………………. 065 Making a Child City A, sunny, golden sunlight flooding the entire room. Jun Hao sat by the bedside, stroking the sleeping An Ke. She had been asleep for ten hours, during which Jun Hao had called her many times. Each time she would open her eyes and then fall back into a deep sleep. The doctor told him that this was the lightest condition of the patient, at least she could still hear others calling her. This disease, when discovered, was already near mid-stage, so patient drowsiness was normal. Being able to wake her would be best. “An Ke, wake up. An Ke, wake up,” Jun Hao called her repeatedly, truly afraid she would not wake up. “Don’t disturb me,” An Ke unconsciously turned over, wanting to continue sleeping. Jun Hao took off his clothes and climbed onto the bed. The doctor’s words were etched in his mind: he must get An Ke pregnant, even if the chances were only ten percent, he would try his utmost. He removed her clothing, pressed her beneath him, kissing every inch of her skin, his hands exploring her every sensitive area. An Ke, still asleep, unconsciously pushed him away, rejecting his intimate actions. “An Ke, wake up,” he called while not stopping his advances. The burning sensation spread through her entire body. An Ke finally awoke, eyes wide, looking at Jun Hao on top of her: “What are you doing?” She pushed at him, trying to grab the blanket nearby. How could this man take advantage of her? She didn’t even know when she had ended up in his bed, only remembering asking him to let her go on a rainy night. “You’re finally awake,” he sighed in relief. It seemed this method really worked. “I’m asking what you want to do?” As soon as she said this, An Ke wanted to bite off her own tongue. In such an ambiguous position, what else could be happening? “Making a child,” his voice was low and hoarse, giving her a mischievous smile. “No, let me go,” she wasn’t unwilling to have his child, but her life was short. How could she leave with more regrets? “Be good, don’t make noise. I won’t hurt you,” he gently persuaded, clearly not intending to let her go. “I don’t love you. You only care about your own wishes, never considering my feelings.” Tears welled in her eyes, making her look more pitiful. “I know you love me. You think you can escape with this method, but you’re wrong. Even Death himself cannot take you from me.” His eyes, filled with desire, flashed a sharp light momentarily. “No, I don’t love you,” she cried. She absolutely would not soften because of his words, which would only hurt him more. She wanted to quietly leave alone, bringing no pain to anyone. “Stop lying to yourself and to me. I already know the truth,” his voice carried a roguish tone. She was trying to protect him, but how could he let her protect him? Her accepting his love was the greatest comfort to him: “Believe me, you’ll be fine. We’ll raise a group of adorable children who will call us mom and dad. Promise me you’ll accept treatment with the best attitude.” Her mother’s death had already made her lose confidence in this disease. Whether he was comforting her or there was truly a chance of cure, being able to accompany her loved one in the last moments of her life was not in vain. Her eyes sparkled with an enchanting light, and she nodded heavily: “I promise you.” “An Ke darling, will you open your heart and accept me?” After nodding, An Ke looked at Jun Hao’s smiling face and immediately regretted it. She knew she had been manipulated by him again. An ambiguous atmosphere permeated the room, a union of heart and soul. He couldn’t help but want her again and again, not just to get a fetus to cure her disease, but because she was the woman he deeply loved. At this moment, he truly possessed her, truly felt her existence. 。
When an ill woman named An Ke is awake, she is mostly like others, except for receiving treatment daily. Her brother An Qiao has just graduated and is interning at a good company in City B. An Ke entrusts him with all her savings and tells him to take care of himself, emphasizing that life is precious and one should live well even if someone is gone.
When she visits Pei Xuanyan at his company, she meets his girlfriend Nan Xingchen. Despite Xingchen’s initial jealous and somewhat rude attitude, An Ke responds with kindness, telling her she likes Pei Xuanyan only as an older brother and that she likes Xingchen too.
An Ke gives Pei Xuanyan philosophical advice about life being like a chess game, suggesting he should be open to new possibilities and cherish people around him. After their conversation, she leaves and collapses outside, where her companion Jun Hao catches her.
The passage reveals An Ke is seriously ill and seems to be preparing for her potential death, making heartfelt connections with important people in her life while trying to ensure they will be happy after she’s gone. Her interactions are marked by grace, wisdom, and a sense of impending farewell.
The excerpt ends with a description of a hot summer day, with An Ke lying in a garden chair, wearing a white dress, as someone named Leng Xiang calls her name.
An Ke, it’s time to take your medicine.” Leng Xiang carried a bowl of black liquid and walked to her, placing the medicine on a small round table. When Jun Hao was not around, she was responsible for An Ke’s daily care. She turned back to help An Ke sit up from the chair and softly said, “I secretly prepared some honey for you, so it won’t be bitter.”
