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"Could it be that people are more timid when it comes to close relationships?"
Dr. Xu raised his eyes, "There's no need to deny it. When a beloved person goes through a life-threatening experience and still manages to return to one's side, although not unscathed, the injuries are not severe. The likelihood of this happening is very small, almost like being favored by the gods. So, having such a reaction is also normal."
Dr. Xu pulled Zhang Moyan's hand and then opened a gap in the blanket, putting Zhang Moyan's hand inside. "Life is already full of hardships. In comparison, opportunities like this seem even more elusive. Since it's in front of you now, why not seize it tightly? Perhaps this could be a turning point, who knows."
“Why do you know so clearly…” Feeling the prominent curve of the hand, Zhang Moyan lowered his head and tears flowed down his face.
Dr. Xu forced a smile and patted Zhang Moyan's shoulder, "Don't forget I am a doctor, I not only treat physical illnesses, but also heal the heart."
"An Yuan There are no major issues here anymore. I still have some things to take care of on my end. Come back in the evening, and we'll talk then."
Just as I had finally relaxed, my heart was suddenly filled with worry again. "...Is it An Yuan who's having health issues, or is it the baby..."
Looking at An Yuan on the bed, Dr. Xu made a hushing gesture, "Don't overthink it, we'll talk tonight."
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Dr. Xu left, and Zhang Moyan closed his eyes, resting his head on the edge of the bed, quietly sensing the movements around him.
"Do you feel the baby moving?" Under the blanket, a pair of slender and slightly cold hands covered Zhang Moyan's hand.
"No, I don't feel anything."
"It should be that you were tired of being naughty in your belly before, so now you're going to sleep." Through the covers, Zhang Moyan gently pressed his face against An Yuan's belly.
An Yuan moved, then curled up, arms around his abdomen. "I heard everything you said to Dr. Xu."
"Okay."
"...Is it true that the baby has some kind of problem?"
"You heard everything, sweetheart. Don't overthink it. I won't let anything happen to you and the baby."
Lifting An Yuan's face buried in the blanket, Zhang Moyan kissed away the streaming tears, feeling a strong sense of heartache. "You're doing well. Why are you crying? We're still in the prenatal education period. Be careful not to spoil the baby."
It's been over four months, but he hasn't felt any movement from the baby in his belly.
He knew that Zhang Moyan was comforting him, and he tried to believe it. However, deep down in his heart, he also understood that some things are beyond human control.
Loneliness and helplessness seeped in through the cracks.
"Come up and keep me company," her voice choked. An Yuan moved back and then lifted the blanket.
Zhang Moyan took off his shoes, but instead of getting into the blanket, he directly embraced An Yuan along with the blanket. After sitting outside for so long, he had inevitably caught a chill, and he was afraid that An Yuan would get cold if he went inside.
"The weather forecast said it's going to be a good day today. I'll accompany you to sleep for a while, and when you wake up, we can bask in the sun together."
"Mm."
Quiet, you can hear a pin drop.
An Yuan was not feeling well, and quickly fell asleep in Zhang Moyan's arms. Zhang Moyan gently lifted An Yuan's face, but in just two days of being apart, his chin had become more pointed and his eye sockets had sunken. Zhang Moyan gathered his arms, then let go of An Yuan and stood up.
Open the curtain a crack, Zhang Moyan's gaze passed through the clear glass, and the previously bright sun had hidden behind layers of dark, cotton-like clouds.
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An Yuan woke up, and the hand under the blanket began to gently stroke her belly. She immediately exclaimed with joy, "Moyan, come quick, the baby is moving."
"Moyan?" He reached out and touched the empty and cold bed beside him.
Looking at the dim room, An Yuan struggled to sit up from the bed, and in the process, he pulled at the wound on his back, causing him to sit on the bed in pain for a while.
Slowly getting out of bed, An Yuan pulled open the heavy curtains blocking the window and looked out at the equally thick darkness outside. He stayed there for a while, wondering how he had managed to sleep until this time. Wasn't Zhang Moyan supposed to go sunbathing together?
The room suddenly felt cold. Turning around, Zhang Moyan stood at the door, looking at An Yuan. "Your body isn't fully recovered, why did you get up?"
"Yawned, just woke up." Zhang Moyan strode forward and picked up An Yuan, then put him back on the bed.
"Is there something wrong?"
"Hmm?"
"It's just that you look very happy."
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