After that day, An Ke no longer tried to persuade Jun Hao. Her sleeping time became longer, with less than six hours of consciousness per day, and she needed support when walking. When she was awake, Jun Hao would always stay by her side. Today, An Ke woke up earlier than expected. When she opened her eyes and didn’t see his expected handsome face, she felt a bit disappointed. Slowly climbing down from the bed, she finally walked out of the room and heard a shocking piece of news.
Several doctors surrounded Jun Hao, all showing joyful expressions: “Mr. Jun, you’ve done it. Miss An is indeed pregnant, and with twins.” They looked at Jun Hao with some admiration, perhaps wondering how he managed to make a woman who could barely conceive pregnant within two or three months, and with twins.
Jun Hao had no extra expression, just a light smile: “Now let’s prepare. The longer we delay, the more damage to An Ke’s body. This surgery must succeed.
We will do our best. As long as we successfully guide the virus towards the embryo, the chances of cure will be higher.”
“We must definitely succeed. I don’t want any mishaps.” Jun Hao waved for several people to retreat. Just as he looked up, he saw An Ke standing upstairs. He ran up quickly and supported her: “Why did you come out alone?”
An Ke pushed him away as if avoiding a poisonous snake: “The child is with me, if the child dies, I die.” The determination in her voice could not be ignored. She had already lost his child once, how could she lose again? Moreover, using her child’s life to exchange for her survival chance.
“An Ke, stop making a fuss. Your illness is more important. Once you’re better, won’t we have other chances for children?” She loved the child, and he loved it just as much – it was his flesh and blood. But compared to her, what did that matter? He just wanted her to live well beside him, to hear her laugh, to hear her noisy chatter.
“Hao… I beg you, don’t abort my child, okay? I can’t be without her.” She choked out, tears dropping one by one: “I promise I’ll persist until the child is born, I’ll definitely let her arrive in this world safely.” The unexpected child gave An Ke a glimmer of hope. If she was gone, would he be somewhat happier with their child accompanying him?
… The demon’s ending has already been conceived. As for the minor characters, I’ll briefly mention them. This is still the story of An Ke and Jun Hao. Let them love each other for a few days before dying, hehe…………………………………………………………… Chapter 068 Farewell
An Ke knew after her pregnancy, she forced herself to move more, eat and drink more, and try to sleep less. In fact, she achieved this. Although her waking time didn’t increase, it also didn’t decrease in the past few weeks. For the doctors researching the CR virus, this was nothing short of joyful – the patient’s strong willpower kept the illness at a certain point. The condition neither worsened nor improved.
An Ke had no typical pregnancy reactions this time, but still couldn’t eat. Initially, she could drink some nutritious porridge, but gradually even plain porridge would be vomited out completely. Her weight dropped rapidly in two weeks, which pained Jun Hao deeply. Several times he wanted to force her into surgery despite her objections, but doctors told him this illness required the patient’s cooperation, otherwise the cure rate would be halved.
Jun Ling Tian and Lin Xiang Hua visited the Jun family once. Lin Xiang Hua believed her actions were closely related to An Ke’s current condition. She pulled Jun Ling Tian to Thailand to pray for An Ke. She regretted using her own hands to stage her son’s car accident to abort An Ke’s child, giving Pei Xuan Zhi an opportunity and almost preventing An Ke from having children. If she hadn’t done that then, she would now have a grandchild in her arms. Seeing Jun Hao’s pain, she as a mother also felt heartbroken and just wanted to do her part.
Junhao got up and pinched her nose: “Wait for me, I’ll be by your side soon.” If he knew this would be a final farewell, he would never have stepped out of the room.
Junhao had just left when Leng Xiang came to Anke’s room, handing her a contract and asking again: “Anke, are you sure you won’t regret this?”
Anke smiled at her: “As long as you’re by his side, I won’t regret it. Xiang’er, promise me that after I’m gone, you must help him get back on his feet.”
……………………………………………………… 069 Final Farewell “Hao, I’m sorry! I don’t have time to say goodbye now. I’m leaving, you must take care of yourself! Life goes on without anyone. You lived well for nearly thirty years before knowing me, and I believe you can be that Junhao again without me. I entrust you to Xiang. You must be happy!” Looking at Anke’s letter left for him, Junhao curled up painfully in the corner of the wall, holding Anke’s ashes, as if the only place in the world was this corner. After a while, he began to sob, trying to cover his pain with his hand. His occasional whimpers turned into continuous low crying. His eyes were tightly closed, biting his own fist, trying to stop his sobs. He trembled, making sounds like an animal’s mournful cry.
“Anke, Anke, you’re so cruel, you heartlessly left me behind.” He hugged the urn containing her ashes, wanting to merge her into his body, calling her repeatedly: “Before I could fully love you, before I could properly cherish you, you left like this. Do you know that without you, I have no happiness. You want me to live on, and I will definitely live, but you know, what’s living is just a shell.”
His world collapsed at that moment, with no sunlight, only eternal darkness.
Just a few hours apart, when he enthusiastically returned with a bowl of braised pork, Leng Xiang handed him a cremation document signed by Anke herself, along with her handwritten suicide note. In just a few hours, they were separated forever. Why was she so heartless, not even letting him see her one last time, leaving so hastily. He always believed there was nothing money couldn’t solve, that Junhao could do anything with money, but money couldn’t bring back the life of the woman he loved most.
He punched the wall corner hard, blood flowing down his fingers, feeling no pain. Consecutive punches on the wall corner made his hand bloody and mangled. Now he could only choose this self-harm method to feel some pain, hoping his dead heart could feel a bit of suffering.
For days and nights, Junhao sat quietly in his room, time frozen around him. His heart torn into pieces by the past, everything around him seemed absurd, raw, and awkward. He locked himself in the room, refusing the concerned looks of his family and servants. Even a caring glance made him feel fragmented, his heart compressed to the point of near collapse, life sighing, his body controlled by demons – sometimes wanting to cry, sometimes wanting to laugh – everything lost meaning. His only feeling was that life was worse than death.
The summer sun blazed like fire, scorching the earth. A ray of sunlight penetrated through the gauze curtain. Junhao slowly rose from the ground. Anke was right; life goes on without anyone. He staggered towards the bathroom, the mirror reflecting his stubbled face, eyes bloodshot, lips colorless. Looking at himself, the corners of his mouth slowly curved into a sarcastic arc. Since she had the heart to leave him alone, why shouldn’t he marry Leng Xiang as she wished?
When Junhao tidied himself and stepped out, Leng Xiang, worried for days, was surprised. He was still the Junhao she knew, smiling faintly. It was as if the person who had been locked in the room for days, not eating or drinking, was not him at all. She couldn’t even see a trace of melancholy in his eyes.
