“Xiaoyuan, come… open your mouth…”
In the bedroom, the man sat on the edge of the bed, his voice gentle, and began to feed the girl.
Now, Lin Xinyuan could barely get out of bed, so these days, Qin Nanfeng would bring food and feed her.
Looking down at her swollen belly, she felt back pain and weakness all over.
Last night, she had been tormented by the little one inside, leaving her mentally drained.
She wanted to refuse the man, but she couldn’t—after all, she had promised to be a good mother… she couldn’t let the child go hungry…
‘I can’t let the child suffer with me anymore…’
Unconsciously, some memory fragments surfaced in Lin Xinyuan’s mind, and her guilt grew even stronger.
“Okay…” she murmured softly, closed her beautiful eyes, and opened her small mouth.
The light congee with a hint of meat entered her mouth, but it didn’t stir her appetite at all; she was just going through the motions for the little one.
The meal ended in this delicate atmosphere, and she just leaned blankly against the pillow, not knowing what to do for a moment.
She couldn’t even bring herself to read the novel, let alone write it.
Moreover, due to her emotional and physical state, she had stopped updating for a while.
As for chatting with someone…
Thinking this, Lin Xinyuan’s gaze flicked to the man who was leaving with the bowl.
Her heart trembled, and her eyelids instantly dropped.
‘I don’t know what to do…’
Since that night, the influence of those memories had actually weakened, and she was no longer controlled by those emotions, but she still couldn’t help feeling a sense of distance from Qin Nanfeng.
Perhaps they weren’t that man and woman, just accidentally receiving each other’s memories.
But that face exactly like Qin Nanfeng’s, and that expression of disbelief and disgust, lingered in her mind like a nightmare.
This shouldn’t be Qin Nanfeng’s fault, but for the time being, she couldn’t change her mindset, and could only maintain this awkward mode of interaction with the man…
Just as she was lost in thought, even becoming agitated, starting to have the illusion of wanting to cut her wrist with a knife, even feeling a hint of anticipatory pleasure, footsteps approached from outside the door, pulling her out of the vortex she had unconsciously fallen into.
“What are you thinking about?”
The man’s voice was gentle and low, affectionate, as he sat back on the bed and gently rubbed her head.
Lin Xinyuan’s mind instantly returned. Her heart was still racing, but soon her breathing, which had started to become disordered, gradually calmed.
“It’s nothing…” she said softly, shaking her head, but inside she was terrified.
‘Just now… I almost let that emotion take over again…’
Seeing the girl’s frightened expression, a trace of heartache flashed in Qin Nanfeng’s eyes, but he didn’t ask further. Instead, he continued to gently stroke her head.
He knew he had to take it step by step, waiting for Lin Xinyuan to fully integrate her past life memories.
If nothing unexpected happened, this process would be painful and long.
Even a slight misstep could allow the emotions contained within to completely take over, repeating the tragedy of the previous life…
‘Xiaoyuan… if you leave… then what meaning would my life have…’
In this rebirth, his most important goal had always been the girl before him—the one he could never repay even with his whole life, but the one he didn’t want to give up.
“It’s okay, I’m here, don’t be afraid…” Qin Nanfeng chuckled, the corner of his mouth curling into the same frivolous arc as before, looking very unserious.
But looking at him, Lin Xinyuan’s eyes moved slightly, and for some reason, her originally frightened emotions gradually calmed.
“Mm… ah…” She nodded, but was soon gently pulled into Qin Nanfeng’s arms, causing her to let out a restrained soft cry.
The man’s movements were very light, as if afraid of pressing on her belly.
The familiar scent spread at the tip of her nose, instantly smoothing her disordered heart.
Lin Xinyuan subconsciously bit her pink lips, acting indifferent, but in her heart, it was a different scene—full of love.
She knew how good her Brother Feng was. She didn’t want to care about past life karma, nor did she want to believe…
But she couldn’t fully control herself, and could only forcibly suppress the emotions that came from “her.”
Her heart twitched. The clash and struggle between two completely opposite emotions inevitably brought her pain.
The conflict between memory and emotion, the dark side from “her,” corroded her psychologically, like a virus that could completely consume her the moment she let her guard down, plunging her into “her” emotions…
All she could do was maintain herself and use time to erode “her” influence…
……
The day of childbirth was drawing closer.
Lin Xinyuan, already sensitive, became even more so, often losing control of her emotions and scolding the man.
But Qin Nanfeng just smiled, no matter how harshly she cursed, his face showed indifference, only gazing at her gently.
So what happened was that often at the end of her cursing, Lin Xinyuan couldn’t help but cry.
She didn’t want to curse, but she just couldn’t control herself…
A self-harming mentality spread in her heart, choking her neck tightly, preventing her from venting, and thereby suppressing herself.
But whether in her past life or this one, she loved Qin Nanfeng deeply—it wasn’t just romantic love… she had regarded him as the most important person in her life.
No one could compare to his importance…
Although Qin Nanfeng didn’t say anything, she had always known that the man was silently supporting her.
This was… her last line of defense against “her”…
It could be said that Qin Nanfeng was everything to her.
If Qin Nanfeng hadn’t appeared, she might have ended her ridiculous life long ago…
At the end of May, the weather gradually became hot and stuffy.
In the bedroom, Lin Xinyuan leaned against the man.
Everything seemed calm, but the occasional sinking and sour sensation from her lower abdomen made her very uneasy, increasingly agitated.
At the same time, an indescribable pain began in her abdomen. This feeling was faint, alternating, and gradually intensifying.
Accompanying this was a sudden wetness inside, as if something was flowing out.
“Brother Feng… I think… mm…”
Lin Xinyuan immediately realized something was wrong.
Her voice came out soft and weak, but as soon as she spoke halfway, she found the pain becoming more obvious, and she couldn’t help but let out a painful groan.
The man, who had been dozing off from exhaustion during this time, instantly woke up and started calling out to Mother Qin and Mother Lin in the living room.
Mother Qin was clearly experienced.
Upon hearing this, she immediately understood the situation and quickly told Qin Nanfeng to hold Lin Xinyuan and go to the hospital now.
Hearing this, Qin Nanfeng didn’t say a word.
He carefully picked up the girl who was still breaking out in cold sweat and immediately went downstairs with Mother Qin.
He drove as fast as possible to the best nearby hospital.
Under the doctor’s instructions, they first went into the delivery room to wait for labor.
The waiting time was long; it could be hours or days, but during that time, the girl was undoubtedly suffering immensely.
The increasingly intense pain, intermittent and continuous, tortured Lin Xinyuan’s already tired body and mind until her face turned pale.
After the nurse finished the check-up and left, Qin Nanfeng sat beside the bed, holding the girl’s hand, his expression not calm: “Don’t be afraid… Xiaoyuan…”
Feeling the warmth of the man’s hand, Lin Xinyuan finally, after this period of coldness, gave him a weak and forced smile: “Mm…”
She knew… so she had never been afraid.
Afraid only that she couldn’t resist “her” control, or that she would never see Brother Feng again…