Song Ci was a little surprised.

Song Ci: [Discharged? What did the doctor say?]

Mu Qiu: [What can the doctor do? Without a suitable heart, staying in the hospital is pointless. I've been in the hospital for over a month and I'm almost dying. I want to go out and see a doctor.]

Song Ci: [Did father and mother agree? ]

Mu Qiu: [It has come to this point. What's the point of them agreeing or not?]

Song Ci didn't know how to persuade Mu Qiu.

From her point of view, she actually agreed with Mu Qiu's approach. Knowing that she was going to die, instead of staying in the hospital and suffering and waiting for death, it would be better to be discharged and do what she wanted to do, one thing at a time.

Mu Qiu then said: [Sister, when are you planning to get married?]

Mu Qiu stood at the window of her ward, looking at the young people chatting and laughing in the hospital playground below. Her expression was a little lonely. She opened the window, letting the hot air in. Despite the heat, she felt the power of life.

The phone vibrated, Mu Qiu looked down and saw Song Ci's reply.

Song Ci: [It hasn't been decided yet, what's wrong? ]

Mu Qiu rubbed her eyes, resisting the urge to cry. She typed a message and sent it.

Mu Qiu: [I want to be your bridesmaid and walk you into the marriage hall.]

Song Ci looked at the text message with some hesitation, but in the end she replied with a "OK".

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After dinner, Han Zhan took Song Ci back to his office.

There was a small bed in Han Zhan's office, about 1.35 meters wide. Song Ci was lying on it, taking a nap, with a thin blanket covering her legs. Han Zhan didn't sleep, he sat on the sofa and read documents.

Song Ci listened to the sound of shuffling papers and suddenly said, "Are we having a wedding?"

Han Zhan raised his lips and said, "Of course. What couple doesn't have a wedding?"

Song Ci said subconsciously: "But we will be divorced in a year, and it will be difficult to end it then."

The smile on Han Zhan's face suddenly disappeared. He looked away from the document and looked at Song Ci. Song Ci still had her eyes closed, unaware that Han Zhan had raised his head and was staring at her with an unfathomable gaze.

Song Ci didn't hear the sound and thought Han Zhan was so engrossed in reading the documents that he didn't say anything.

Han Zhan placed the documents on the small coffee table beside him. He stood up and walked to the bedside, looking down at Song Ci. Song Ci finally realized something was wrong. She opened her eyes and her gaze met Han Zhan's deep eyes.

Song Ci was startled and a little scared, "Han Zhan..."

Han Zhan suddenly asked her, "When will your period end?"

Song Ci was stunned.

Her face changed slightly, and she replied, "It ended the night before yesterday." Her period started on the 15th, and it usually lasted five days. After answering, Song Ci felt a little uneasy. She had a premonition that what Han Zhan was about to say next was not a good thing.

Han Zhan nodded and said calmly, "Tomorrow night, make time."

They were all adults, so Song Ci knew what Han Zhan wanted her to do when he asked her to make time. The smile on her face disappeared, and she couldn't smile. If Han Zhan really wanted to do something, he would do it even if she was wearing a neck brace or a ventilator.

Han Zhan is a bit ruthless like this.

"...Okay." Song Ci had no right to refuse.

Han Zhan suddenly said, "We need to change the terms of the deal."

Song Ci asked confusedly, "What should I change?"

Han Zhan said: "The one-year deadline is invalid."

Song Ci looked up suddenly, only to hear Han Zhan say, "After a ten-month pregnancy, the chances of conceiving within two months are slim. So, the contract will only end when the child is born."

This proposal was reasonable, but Song Ci felt a little depressed.

She could only agree. "Okay."

After she said the word "good", Han Zhan's expression seemed to become even uglier.

Song Ci didn't know why Han Zhan was unhappy, but she felt bad too, and couldn't put her finger on why. Song Ci couldn't sleep, so she sat up from the bed and said to Han Zhan, "You still have work to do this afternoon, so I won't bother you anymore and will go back first."

Han Zhan watched her stand up, put on her high heels, and like a proud princess, she tried to straighten her back and walked calmly towards the door of the room.

Han Zhan tugged at his tie and suddenly called her. "Song Ci."

Song Ci stopped but didn't look back.

Han Zhan looked at her thin and stubborn back and said, "I will ask someone to choose an auspicious date for the wedding. You can arrange the wedding according to your preferences and invite whoever you want."

With her back to Han Zhan, Song Ci laughed at herself, then turned around and said to Han Zhan with a normal expression, "I don't have many friends to invite. How about you?"

Song Ci, the first socialite, has a wide circle of friends. She can easily bump into several acquaintances at any upscale restaurant. However, she admits she doesn't have many friends to invite...

Is it that you don't have any friends to invite, or do you not want them to come? If it's the latter, then why don't you want them to come?

Han Zhan subconsciously glanced at his right hand. Song Ci was so young, beautiful, and popular. If she hadn't had to, why would she marry a disabled man like him?

Han Zhan felt particularly unhappy. Hiding his emotions well, Han Zhan told Song Ci: "I will invite my family here, you don't have to worry."

"good."

After Song Ci left, Han Zhan stared at the sheets she had slept on, a puzzled and hurt expression on his face. Was he not good enough? Why was she always thinking about divorce a year from now? She had clearly said yesterday that he was a good person and that she couldn't bear to leave him.

Lying down in his clothes where Song Ci had lain, Han Zhan raised his right hand and placed it in front of him. He recalled some dusty memories from many years ago.

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