"But I always have a bad premonition. Whenever I fall asleep, it will be a nightmare. Either my father has left me, or Yi Beihan has left me."

"Dreams are all opposite. This is a sweet dream, isn't it? You, just have a good rest and don't think about it, okay? Miscarriage also comes with confinement. You haven't had confinement yet, so just tossing it like this will leave you with nothing in the future.

What can we do if we get to the root of the disease?"

Xia Yan smiled, "I hope it's the opposite, as long as they are fine..."

It wasn't until Xia Yan returned to the ward that Chu Weiwei called Murong Shaochuan.

"Cousin, how long can Xia Yan's father survive the matter over there?"

"There is no time limit and he may leave at any time. My uncle has been asking about Xia Yan these days, as if he feels that time is running out."

"Should we tell her that she already asked about me today? After all, the surgery cannot be postponed."

"I'll take another look. I'll tell Xia Yan if necessary."

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Ten days have passed in the blink of an eye, and the temperature has risen slightly in March.

The doctor said that Yi Beihan should be given more body massages and that he could be pushed out for a walk occasionally.

Afraid of any accident, Xia Yan just pushed Yi Beihan for a walk in the hospital garden.

The air in City A is always very humid. Even in March, it is still very cold. Yi Beihan had the scarf Xia Yan bought that day wrapped around his neck.

Xia Yan was pushing the wheelchair behind him. From this angle, he was even thinner. Despite this, he was still not impressed by his grace at all.

It’s just that the hospital gown and this scarf really don’t match.

She kept talking to him, occasionally squatting down to hold his hand, tracing his deep outline with one hand, and saying some words that even she couldn't understand.

It doesn't matter, now it's just her waiting for him.

Besides, there is no need to wait, he is by her side every day, and she can feel his temperature and taste with her tentacles.

Naturally, many people in the garden knew Yi Beihan. The originally aloof man had now become like this, and naturally they couldn't help but feel sad.

"Isn't that Yi Beihan, the president of MK Group? What a pity."

"Yeah, I think I secretly had a crush on him for several years."

Xia Yan's heart skipped a beat, as if he was afraid of hearing these words again, and quickly pushed Yi Beihan away from there.

Finally reaching a deserted place, Xia Yan let go of Yi Beihan, his eyes sore, and tears burst out of his eyes.

The man in the wheelchair no longer had her support, and the arm that was originally on the armrest suddenly dropped.

He seemed very tired, his eyes were tightly closed, and the noble coldness that was unique in the past had completely disappeared at this time.

She rushed over hastily and held Yi Beihan's hands tightly, her throat so choked that she could not speak.

Her nails clenched tightly on the armrests of the wheelchair, as if trying to catch a mark.

As if he had received a response, Yi Beihan's originally lowered head moved slightly.

"cold?"

Xia Yan was suddenly stunned, as if he couldn't believe it, and looked at Yi Beihan without blinking.

But after this moment, there was no more movement.

"Cold?" Xia Yan couldn't calm down anymore. He shouted this word almost heartbreakingly.

"Yi Beihan, I am Xia Yan..."
Chapter completed!