After Su Yan left the coffee shop, Xiang Zhilan stared blankly, unsure of where to look. She leaned back in her chair, her mind a jumble of thoughts.

She remembered how Su Yan begged her to keep it a secret, how Su Yan said she had four or five months to live if she took good care of herself, and how Su Yan congratulated her on her pregnancy...

Xiang Zhilan closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and her eyes involuntarily became moist.

She shouldn't have overthought things like that before. For the sake of that little knot in her heart, she wanted to verify something that others might have to pay with their lives.

She couldn't even imagine what it meant to only have four or five months to live, yet Su Yan faced it with such a calm attitude, without even asking her to donate bone marrow.

Xiang Zhilan opened her eyes and looked down at her lower abdomen. The child was only an embryo the size of a soybean. Su Yan was a living, breathing human being with social connections. If…

She bit her lower lip, stopping her wild thoughts. Just then, her phone rang. She looked down and rummaged through her bag to find her phone. It was a call from Shen Muzhi.

She hesitated, somewhat reluctant to answer the call.

Finally, I swiped to answer the call and put the phone to my ear.

Shen Muzhi's voice rang out: "I'm at your studio. Your assistant said you finished filming. Where did you go?"

His voice sounded anxious, probably because he was worried about her pregnancy.

"I..." Xiang Zhilan glanced at the hospital outside, not daring to tell him that she had come to the hospital, and said, "I came out to have tea with a friend."

"Where are you? I'll come pick you up. There's going to be a big thunderstorm this evening." Shen Muzhi left the studio and got into the car.

"No need, I'll be back in a bit." Xiang Zhilan glanced at the time, remembering that it was almost time for her ultrasound, and said, "I have something to do, so I'll talk to you later."

After saying that, she hung up the phone, paid the bill, left the coffee shop, and headed towards the hospital.

As it turned out, the ultrasound department at the hospital had already closed for the day, and the nurse told her to come early the next morning to get in line.

She had to leave the hospital, but her stomach pain had subsided, so she took a taxi home.

Halfway there, the sky roared, dark clouds gathered, thunder and lightning raged, and heavy rain poured down.

She hated this kind of weather the most, and her mood worsened, as if a dark cloud was pressing down on her heart, preventing her from seeing the sunlight.

When the taxi arrived at the villa's gate, she was reluctant to get out. She didn't know whether she should tell Shen Muzhi about it when she got back. If she were a little more selfish, she wouldn't have hesitated so much.

"Miss, we've arrived," the driver reminded the woman in the back seat.

Xiang Zhilan raised her eyes, about to tell him to drive around a few more times, when she unexpectedly saw Shen Muzhi walking towards the taxi with a black umbrella.

She handed the money to the driver, gripped her bag tightly, opened the door, and got out of the car.

As soon as she got out of the car, the black umbrella was placed over her head, and she didn't get wet at all.

The taxi drove away, leaving only her and him in the gloomy rain.

Xiang Zhilan looked up at him, her lips moving slightly: "How did you know I was back?"

"I saw it from the balcony." Shen Muzhi stroked her hair and touched her hand, which was a little cold.

He shoved the umbrella into her hand, squatted down with his back to her, and said, "Get on, don't get your shoes wet."

Xiang Zhilan stared blankly at his broad back; his head was already soaked, and his hair was plastered to his face.

She gripped the umbrella tightly, leaned over and covered him, her arms wrapped tightly around his neck.