Rong Shaoze’s eyes were bloodshot, and his voice was laden with pain.
He pulled her into his arms, holding her tightly, as if this way, she and he would never be apart.
"Xinlan, give him up. I really can’t live without you. If you die, I won’t be able to live either. Can you bear to see me in pain, to abandon me?"
Lin Xinlan’s tears fell on his chest. She gasped for breath and choked out, "Rong Shaoze, please don’t use these words to force me, okay? You know I can’t bear to leave you, I can’t bear to see you in pain. You are deliberately saying these things to push me to a dead end."
"Yes, I am forcing you! I want to force you to give him up, even if you hate me, I still want to force you to give him up!" The man said harshly.
Lin Xinlan trembled inside, her tears falling more uncontrollably.
She wouldn’t hate him because she knew he was doing it for her own good.
"Xinlan, please, give him up," Rong Shaoze kept pleading with her.
Suddenly, a tear fell from his eye, dropping onto her neck, cold and triggering ripples in Lin Xinlan’s heart.
Her heart felt like it was being torn apart. Why was fate forcing her to choose between her child and her lover?
She couldn’t bear to lose either; she loved both so deeply.
Could she not have them both?
With a deep breath, Lin Xinlan said decisively, "Fine, if the tumor worsens in half a month, I will agree to the surgery..."
Rong Shaoze’s whole body trembled, he pushed her back a bit, looking at her with joy, disbelief in his eyes.
"Xinlan, are you serious?" he asked, trembling.
Lin Xinlan closed her eyes, in pain she said, "Yes... In half a month, my body should still have a chance."
"Yes, definitely!" He nodded eagerly, his face alight with excitement.
As long as she agreed to the surgery, half a month would pass in the blink of an eye.
Seeing his joy, Lin Xinlan felt even more heartbroken.
Don’t blame your father, he’s doing it for me too...
"Xinlan." Rong Shaoze held her hand firmly, "Don’t worry, we will have children in the future. Even if I have to find the best doctors in the world, I will cure you so that you can have many children."
Lin Xinlan nodded slightly, but her eyes still held deep sorrow.
No matter how many children she had, they could never be Rong Tianqi, could never be her Xiaotian...
"Xinlan, don’t be sad. If you feel hurt, hit me, scold me." Rong Shaoze held her tightly, his forehead resting gently on hers, speaking softly.
Lin Xinlan was too distressed to say a word. She slowly closed her eyes, a tear rolling down her face.
Rong Shaoze’s heart ached as well.
His eyes darkened, and he tenderly and affectionately kissed away her tears, then gently kissed her lips...
Rong Shaoze specifically consulted Tao Hua about whether Lin Xinlan’s tumor might worsen in half a month.
Tao Hua said it wouldn’t for now.
He felt relieved. In half a month, after the surgery, Xinlan could be healthy and be with him forever.
Ever since Lin Xinlan made the decision, she had been very depressed.
She often regretted agreeing to the surgery.
But whenever she saw Rong Shaoze’s happy face, she felt that her compromise was worth it.