It was just that this parting was a parting they had never met before.
"Wah …" In the operating room, there was the cry of a baby boy.
She didn't know how long she had been in a coma. Zhou Manchun woke up exhausted from the bed. When she opened her eyes, it was already midnight. Her body no longer felt cold. Her heart suddenly sank. She opened her red and swollen eyes and sat up on the bed.
The wound on her stomach had not yet healed. Under her intense reaction, there was a tearing pain from the wound. Zhou Manchun frowned, and her hoarse voice was filled with sorrow and a trace of shallow hope. "Where's the child?"
Jin Beisen looked at her worriedly and recalled what the doctor had said to him a few hours ago …
"We'll have a child in the future." Jin Beisen's face was stiff. He looked at Zhou Manchun's shining eyes, but there was a burst of unspeakable guilt in his heart.
Zhou Manchun seemed to have an auditory hallucination. The pain from her stomach and the feeling of the child being taken away clearly echoed in her mind. How could it be? How could the child be gone?
Zhou Manchun's world seemed to collapse. She bit her lip, and a sour feeling came from the tip of her nose. She could no longer control her tears and let them burn on her face unscrupulously. "I'm asking you, where is the child!"
Jin Beisen reached out and pressed Zhou Manchun's swaying body. He held her hand and said, "Xiaochun, the child … the child is gone. The doctor said that you are in good health. We can have another child in the future."
"In the future? Jin Beisen, there is no future. Get out of here! " Zhou Manchun shook off Jin Beisen's hand. She felt disgusted with the man in front of her. She shouted angrily, like a woman who had lost her mind.
Jin Beisen's heart was already numb. Although he had known that when Zhou Manchun woke up and found out that the child was gone, she would react emotionally. How could he not be sad? His heart seemed to be entangled by a dense silk thread, suffocating him.
"Xiaochun, don't be like this." Jin Beisen held Zhou Manchun's hand. When his warm palm touched her cold fingers, his heart trembled fiercely.
At this moment, Zhou Manchun couldn't hear anything. She suddenly shook her head. There was a trace of obvious anger in her sharp eyes. She gritted her teeth and said, "Jin Beisen, I will never forgive you in my life."
Jin Beisen hugged Zhou Manchun's body and let her fist fall angrily on his shoulder. However, on that day, Zhou Manchun didn't know that the man who was hugging her also shed tears.
That night was very, very long. Zhou Manchun cried until dawn. The entire hospital echoed with her heart-wrenching cries. Her voice was filled with anger and grievance. Her heart felt like it had died.
Zhou Manchun only felt that her body was slowly falling into a bottomless abyss, and the person behind her was the man she loved the most.
Jin Beisen didn't explain what happened between him and Lin Xingyan. He was too guilty to open his mouth, and Zhou Manchun didn't ask either. She didn't want to know anything, because every word that came out of Jin Beisen's mouth made her feel disgusted.
When he said he loved her, it was all built on a foundation of lies. This kind of love, Zhou Manchun would rather not have.
Zhou Manchun stayed in the hospital for a week. From that day on, she never spoke to Jin Beisen again. In fact, she didn't even glance at him. Jin Beisen stayed in the hospital to accompany her. He hadn't been to the company for a week, so he was a lot more dispirited. His sexy chin was already covered in rough stubble.
On the day she was discharged, Zhou Manchun sat in a wheelchair. Jin Beisen pushed her to the hospital garden to bask in the sun.
The "A Midsummer Night's Dream" piano competition had already come to an end. This year's champion was a young man in his twenties. Overnight, he became famous on the internet. No one would remember Zhou Manchun. Everything in the past was like a bubble, filled with colorful dreams, flying up to the sky, circling around, and finally disappearing …
The sun shone lazily in May. Zhou Manchun hadn't eaten properly for the past few days, so she looked a lot more haggard. Her originally rosy face was now pale. She was weaker than most people after giving birth. She just sat there quietly, not wanting to say a word.
Jin Beisen also knew that Zhou Manchun wouldn't forgive him, so he didn't force her to say anything. He hid the news of Zhou Manchun's miscarriage from the outside world. Even Zhou Manchun's parents didn't know. Jin Beisen didn't tell anyone.
In the garden, two children were playing. One was around five years old, and the other was around eight years old. The little boy was holding the little girl's hand. Under the warm sun, their smiles seemed to shine.
The laughter of the two children echoed in Zhou Manchun's ears. It was especially pleasing to the ear. At the same time, their laughter stimulated her sorrow. Every nerve in her body was tense. Every time she thought of her dead child, Zhou Manchun couldn't help but feel sad.
She still remembered Jin Beisen telling her that the child was a boy. The Princess Qiqi they missed so much didn't come into this world. However, Zhou Manchun also liked boys. When she was in university, she thought that if she gave birth to a boy, she would dress him up fashionably and give him a watermelon haircut. Only then would he look cute.
That song "Seven"
The melody of "Dream" echoed in her mind. The melody of this song had sounded in her dreams countless nights. Zhou Manchun closed her eyes heavily. Her long eyelashes gently closed, as if covered with a thick layer of sadness.
Zhou Manchun, who hadn't spoken to Jin Beisen for a week, finally spoke. This was also the last thing she said to Jin Beisen.
"Let's get a divorce." In the garden, the woman sitting in the wheelchair didn't look sad or happy. Her long hair was tied up behind her head. She was mature and elegant. Although her pale face was illuminated by the sun, it couldn't hide the sadness in her heart. She looked up at the sun and felt that she could only smile. She couldn't smile as brightly as the sun.
Jin Beisen's eyes didn't move away from her for a moment. His black eyes suddenly became full of sorrow. His heart suddenly trembled. What he was most afraid of was Zhou Manchun saying that she wanted a divorce.
After a long silence, Jin Beisen didn't reply. He just smiled gently and said her name, "Xiaochun."
Zhou Manchun didn't pay attention to him anymore. She had already made up her mind that she would never speak to this man again.
"Let's go home, okay?" This tall, handsome man suddenly squatted down. His black eyes were filled with a doting smile as he looked at the woman in the wheelchair.
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