This time, Xia Wan really couldn't hold on any longer. Her body slumped to the ground like a corpse. She squinted at Zhuang Yan's indifferent back. Light rain fell, all of it landing on her face. Half of her face was hot, and the other half was cold. Tears and rainwater mixed together, flowing into her mouth and tasted bitter, salty, and fishy.

It turns out that when a person's heart dies, they can't feel pain. It's as if their senses are frozen, going from dull pain to numbness, like the unreal feeling after major surgery when the anesthesia hasn't worn off yet.

She originally thought that the "dreams" she had were God's warning to her, and also a chance for her to turn back from her misguided ways and love Zhuang Yan again. Little did she know that it was God punishing her for the mistakes she made when she didn't know how to love.

Zhuang Yan, did you ever love me?

In our past life, we were married for thirty years. Did you still love me then?

Love is a subjective consciousness. If you don't even know that it's love yourself, how can you let the other person know?

Zhuang Yan is right. She is greedy, wanting to gain without effort and wanting everything. Greed is the root of all evil, and greedy people will eventually have nothing.

As she was losing consciousness, someone walked towards her. It was one of the people who had been watching the spectacle earlier. No one stepped forward to help her; instead, they took photos and videos with their phones. Only after they had taken enough did they call for an ambulance.

Xia Wan was taken to the hospital and was diagnosed with a stomach hemorrhage, something that had never happened before. Whether in her previous life or before this, her stomach had always been fine.

She thought back carefully and realized it wasn't that she had a good stomach, but that Zhuang Yan had taken very good care of her.

Young people often rely on their strong immune systems and enjoy eating spicy and icy foods together. At first, they may not feel anything, but over time, they develop stomach problems. Initially, it may be a minor ailment with only slight pain, but if left unchecked, the stomach problems will only get worse.

Stomach pain is really unpleasant; it feels like being pricked with needles, and it also causes nausea and acid reflux from time to time.

She was drenched in cold sweat from the pain of just a stomach hemorrhage. In her previous life, Zhuang Yan had stomach cancer. How much pain must that have caused?

Why didn't Zhuang Yan tell her? He took good care of her, but neglected himself.

Perhaps it wasn't that he was being ignored, but rather that he was tired of living and had wanted to die for a long time.

Xia Wan lay on her side, curled up in pain, tears flowing from her left eye into her right, finally disappearing on the pillow.

...

It often rains in November, and this winter is very cold. Zhuang Yan rummaged through his memories and vaguely remembered that it seemed to have snowed this year.

Zhuang Yan rushed to the mutton hot pot restaurant, called Lu Yan, and found a private room.

At this time of day, there are many people coming to eat mutton hot pot, and the outside is already full. Lu Yan was lucky; when she arrived, there weren't many people, so she simply booked a small private room.

Lu Yan noticed the water droplets on Zhuang Yan's hair. "Is it raining?"

"It's just a light rain, it shouldn't last long."

Lu Yan tore off a few sheets of paper to wipe the water off his face and hair, and Zhuang Yan stood in front of her obediently with his head down.

"Is your baby cold?"

Lu Yan's "baby" almost made Zhuang Yan's bones melt; he couldn't resist it.

"Don't call me that."

"But I just like calling you that, and I'm not wrong in calling you that. You are my most precious treasure."

Zhuang Yan felt a bit hot. When people are embarrassed or shy, they always want to find something to do and appear busy. He fanned himself, glancing around at the ceiling: "Is the heating on? Are you cold?"

Lu Yan had already taken off the scarf around her neck. She threw away the tissue in her hand, stood on tiptoe slightly, and hooked her arm around Zhuang Yan's neck: "You're so hot, I don't feel cold when I'm with you."

He thought Lu Yan would ask him what Xia Wan had said to him.

As a result, she kept teasing him and didn't mention anything about Xia Wan at all.

Are they waiting for him to take the initiative to express his opinion?

The vegetables in the mutton soup were already cooked. Lu Yan picked up a piece of mutton tripe and vermicelli for Zhuang Yan, which were Zhuang Yan's favorite dishes.

Lu Yan asked, "Is it delicious?"

Zhuang Yan nodded: "It's delicious."

After drinking a bowl of mutton soup, my body felt warm from the inside out.

"Don't you have anything you want to ask me? About the dream Xia Wan mentioned."

Lu Yan laughed upon hearing this: "What's so interesting about a dream? It's not real. A grown adult shouldn't be living in a dream all the time. Don't you think it's ridiculous to try to play the emotional card with a dream?"

"What if I told you that the dreams she described were all real?"

Zhuang Yan put down his chopsticks and quietly looked at Lu Yan. Lu Yan was also looking at him. Neither of them spoke. Zhuang Yan became nervous first. The next second, Lu Yan raised her hand and touched his forehead: "Did you get a fever from eating mutton soup? Why are you talking nonsense?"

Zhuang Yan didn't know how to tell Lu Yan about her past life.

Just as he was about to speak, Lu Yan picked up a piece of crispy pork that had just been served and stuffed it into his mouth: "I don't care, I don't care about your past, I only care about you as a person, and whether I'm in your future. And you? What do you care about?"

Zhuang Yan said, "I care about you, just like you think."

"Then don't dwell on the past. Things that make you sad aren't worth recalling over and over again."

To be honest, when Xia Wan talked about what happened in his past life, it brought back too many bad memories for him, making him feel uncomfortable and depressed. He thought he had forgotten them, but in fact he never had. He still remembers what he looked like when he had stomach cancer, the burning and shattering pain on his body when the car accident happened, and the unwillingness he felt when he breathed his last.

He was unsure whether he had truly been reborn or, like Xia Wan, had only had a dream, until he saw Lu Yan. She immediately came up to him, asking if he was cold from being in the rain, then hugged him tightly, calling him "baby" and coaxing him.

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