Is he deliberately torturing his own body?
Lin Xinlan felt a pain in her heart. She first went to open the window to let the air circulate.
Rong’s mother came in and saw the situation in the room. She originally wanted to scold him, but she still supported his body with a heartache and asked him with concern what was wrong.
Rong Shaoze slowly opened his eyes, his gaze dark and cold.
He glanced at Lin Xinlan, who was also looking at him with a complicated expression.
"Mom, I’m fine. Don’t worry. Please leave, I have something to say to Xinlan."
"No way, you eat first and rest a bit before talking!" Rong’s mother firmly refused him.
Rong Shaoze slightly frowned, his tone also very resolute, "Mom, please leave."
"Do you not see me as your mother anymore?!" Rong’s mother immediately got angry. She realized that her son was becoming more and more reluctant to listen to her.
Now all his thoughts were entirely on Lin Xinlan.
"Madam, Rong Shaoze should have some porridge now. I noticed there’s no porridge in the kitchen." Lin Xinlan suddenly said.
Rong’s mother glanced at her and then stood up, "Alright, I’ll go make some porridge for him."
After she left, Lin Xinlan went to support Rong Shaoze and asked him, "Can you get up?"
The man gave her a deep look, propped himself up with his hands, and then sat on the sofa.
"You’ve chosen to give up on me, so why do you still care whether I live or die?" He leaned against the sofa, closed his eyes, and asked indifferently.
Lin Xinlan lowered her eyes, poured him a glass of water, and asked, "Do you have any medicine?"
Rong Shaoze opened his eyes, gazing at her with complicated emotions, pursing his lips without speaking.
"Is your stomach hurting? I’ll ask someone to buy some stomach medicine."
She turned to leave, but Rong Shaoze suddenly stood up and grabbed her wrist, stopping her.
"Xinlan, can you give up on the child? Every time I think about you dying, I can barely breathe. I’m begging you, for my sake, give up on the child, please? Can you really bear to see me in pain and suffering?" The man said humbly, painfully, and softly.
His voice was heart-wrenching to hear.
Lin Xinlan turned her head, sighed, and said, "So, you’re torturing yourself, not eating, just to make me feel sorry for you and compromise, right?"
Rong Shaoze pursed his lips, a hint of bitterness flashing in his deep eyes.
"Yes, I’m deliberately torturing myself. I want to see how important I am to you."
Lin Xinlan smiled faintly, with a touch of sadness in her eyes, "You’re not torturing yourself, you’re torturing me. Rong Shaoze, my situation is very bad now, why can’t you let me be happy for a while?"
"Leaving me, will you be happy?! If you’re happy and leave, then who will make me happy?!"
"I said, it’s not certain that something will happen to me."
Rong Shaoze tightly gripped her wrist, his expression becoming terrifying.
"Didn’t you hear what Tao Hua said? The likelihood of malignancy is high. Even if it’s benign, it will become malignant in a few months. You said you won’t be in trouble, where do you get that confidence and assurance?!"
Lin Xinlan also got a bit angry, "Just because I might be in trouble, should we sacrifice Xiaotian? Rong Shaoze, touch him. He’s still moving now. In four or five more months, he can be born, he can meet his parents. We can’t be cruel to him, it would be so unfair to him!"
"I don’t care if it’s cruel or unfair to him, I just know I can’t live without you!"