Winter passes, and spring arrives.
It seems like overnight, Yanzhou City is brimming with the vitality of spring. The garden of the old mansion is the most conspicuous, with several kinds of flowers blooming eagerly, competing for beauty.
However, such scenery cannot lift Zhixi’s spirits even a little.
As time passes day by day, there is still no news of He Jingyao. The firm belief she once held finally begins to show tiny cracks.
Whenever she thinks of the worst possibility, she struggles to breathe. Even though she can distract herself during the day, at night, in the middle of her dreams, tears uncontrollably soak her pillow.
Only at this moment does Zhixi realize what that explosion meant for He Jingyao back then. Moreover, at that time, her death was nearly certain.
How did he endure it back then?
If the same pain were placed on her... even just imagining it fills her with unbearable sorrow.
And for her, the absence of news from He Jingyao might not necessarily be a bad thing. It implies that he is likely still alive, just unable to return to her side for some reason.
She can only comfort herself in this way.
Meanwhile, her pregnancy symptoms are becoming more severe, and she has practically eaten nothing for two consecutive days. In her current state, even if she forces herself to eat, she vomits it all up within minutes.
Although she hides it well, one day, after she hastily returned to her room’s bathroom to throw up after a meal, Liu Minjun discovered it.
Liu Minjun looked at her palm-sized face and obviously protruding belly, feeling deeply distressed.
"Zhixi, let me accompany you to the hospital; the doctor will know what to do." She choked as she spoke.
Zhixi was silent for a moment, then gently nodded.
In fact, both Liu Minjun and she are very aware that her pregnancy symptoms fundamentally stem from a mental illness, with intense anxiety and worry forming a massive pressure, and over time, her anxiety and fear will only worsen.
However, at this moment, neither of them mentions it, as if just going to the hospital would solve all their problems.
After the examination, Zhixi quietly sat there waiting for the results, and Liu Minjun held her hand.
At this time, Huo Yanzhao, wearing a white coat, walked in.
"Auntie, sister-in-law," he said in a low voice.
"Yanzhao, you’re here today," Liu Minjun tried to force a smile.
"Brother Huo," Zhixi nodded lightly to him, unable to muster a smile on her pale face.
Huo Yanzhao glanced at Zhixi’s complexion, with a trace of concern flashing in his eyes.
"Auntie, about Jingyao... I’m also trying to find a way," Huo Yanzhao looked at them. "I can confirm that Jingyao is still alive."
Zhixi suddenly looked up at him.
Huo Yanzhao seemed to hesitate for a moment, then nodded heavily: "I can’t explain the reason for now, but I have a strong premonition. Rest assured, if I get any news, I will inform you immediately."
"Thank you, Yanzhao," Liu Minjun barely smiled.
Zhixi slowly lowered her head, without speaking. Googlᴇ search 𝘯𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭·𝔣𝔦𝔯𝔢·𝗇𝗲𝘵
At this moment, Dr. Zhao came out from the inner room.
"Director Huo," he first nodded to Huo Yanzhao, then turned his gaze to Zhixi, "Mrs. He, I have good news to tell you."
Good news? Zhixi looked up blankly.
"You’re carrying twins," Dr. Zhao said softly.