Where is Chapter 260 wrong?
His feet seemed to be nailed to the ground, and he couldn't take another step.
He subconsciously raised his eyes, his gaze involuntarily drifting back to Shen Cuifen on the hospital bed.
She lay there quietly, her face as pale as a sheet, a damp towel pressed against her forehead, her breathing so weak that her chest was barely rising and falling.
His heart sank—the child was gone…
She longed for this child so much; she was almost six months pregnant, and she would touch her belly and talk to it every day, and even wake up laughing at night.
But now, everything is gone.
How much pain must she feel when she wakes up and finds her stomach empty?
That wasn't ordinary pain; it was excruciating pain, a pain that felt like your very soul was being ripped out.
Logically speaking, as her husband, he should have stayed by her side, holding her hand, letting her know that someone was still there for her.
Can……
Xiao Shui is still outside, and Wei Wei is still so young. Both children are waiting for him. How can he not care?
They were his flesh and blood, the only thing he cared about while he was alive.
Song Yu'an saw through his inner struggle, and a hint of heartache flashed in his eyes.
She didn't urge him any further, but simply raised her hand and patted his arm gently, as if afraid of disturbing something.
"If you stay, she'll feel even worse when she wakes up and sees you."
Her voice was low and steady, carrying a calm that came with experience: "If you stay here, she'll only be more heartbroken, feeling useless and sorry for you. You should leave first and let her have some peace and quiet. I'll stay here and make sure nothing happens to her."
He slowly nodded, his throat felt like it was blocked, and he opened his mouth, his voice so low it was almost inaudible: "I'll come see her tomorrow."
He spoke slowly, each word seeming to be squeezed out from his heart, carrying a heavy sense of guilt and helplessness.
Song Yu'an nodded, said nothing more, and just watched him turn around and walk heavily toward the door.
The door wasn't closed properly, leaving a crack. She stood there, peering through the gap as her hand pushed the door open—
Sure enough, Xiao Shui was standing by the window at the end of the corridor.
Her small, thin figure huddled in the corner, arms crossed, head bowed.
As soon as she saw Zhou Dajun come out, she turned around abruptly, her movements so flustered that she almost tripped over herself.
Immediately afterwards, she raised her hand and quickly wiped her eyes, leaving a trail of water on her cheek with her wet fingers. Then she bit her lip and ran towards the stairwell, her steps unsteady, as if afraid of being caught.
Zhou Dajun spotted her immediately.
His heart tightened, and he immediately gave chase, calling out as he ran, "Xiao Shui! Wait!"
But Xiao Shui didn't stop; instead, she ran even faster, like a frightened little animal that just wanted to hide in the darkness.
Song Yu'an watched this scene silently and sighed softly.
well……
This child was suffering in silence, yet he still had to pretend to be sensible.
She slowly closed the door, making a soft "click" sound.
The ward was so quiet that you could hear the ticking of the wall clock.
Looking around, the other three beds were empty, the sheets were flat, and there were no marks on the pillows, as if no one had ever lived there.
Only she and Shen Cuifen remained in the room.
She moved a small wooden stool from the corner, gently placed it beside the hospital bed, sat down, leaned slightly forward, and never took her eyes off Shen Cuifen's face.
She stayed by her side, motionless, waiting for her to open her eyes, waiting for her to wake up.
The effects of the anesthesia gradually wore off, like the receding tide leaving behind damp sand.
Shen Cuifen's fingers twitched slightly at first, and then her eyelids began to tremble, as if being pulled by some invisible force.
She slowly, extremely slowly, opened her eyes, her gaze empty and bewildered, as if she had just been forcibly dragged out of a long and chaotic dream.
She didn't know where she was; she only felt lightheaded, but her stomach felt empty and she was freezing cold.
She tried hard to recall, but could only remember fragmented images—the lights in the hospital corridor, the nurses' hurried footsteps, Zhou Dajun's anxious face, then the intense pain, and then…
It was pitch black.
She was even a little confused about who she was, only vaguely remembering a voice calling her "Cuifen", but the voice was so distant, as if separated by a thick fog.
Song Yu'an's heart clenched instantly.
Seeing her daughter like this, she almost burst into tears.
Having been reborn, she thought she could protect her family and avoid the heart-wrenching pain of the past.
Unexpectedly, fate took another turn, and Shen Cuifen suffered another miscarriage because of her.
She could have stopped Zhou Dajun, arrived at the hospital sooner, and given him more instructions...
But she was too late.
She missed it again.
"Cuifen, Mother is here."
She gently grasped Shen Cuifen's cold hand, her voice soft yet choked with sobs, "Look at me, say something to your mother, okay? Your mother is here, I'm not afraid anymore, I'm not afraid anymore..."
Shen Cuifen slowly turned her head, her movements as stiff as a rusty machine.
She looked at Song Yu'an, whose once bright eyes were now like dry wells, devoid of light.
A tear silently slid down from the corner of her eye, flowing down her temple and into the pillow, leaving a damp trail.
Her lips trembled slightly, as if she wanted to say something, but her voice was as soft as a leaf swaying in the wind, almost inaudible: "Mother... the child... is gone."
Many wives in the village have lost their children.
Song Yu'an himself experienced this once when he was young.
That feeling of having your heart ripped out, like having your internal organs ripped out inch by inch, is so painful you can't breathe.
This is what mothers fear most.
Her nose tingled, and she could no longer hold back her tears, which fell down in a steady stream.
She quickly reached out to grasp Shen Cuifen's hand, but it was frighteningly cold, with white fingertips and no strength at all, as if it had already died once.
"You're still young, only twenty-three, and your body is still strong."
She tried to keep her voice steady, but she stopped halfway through her sentence, "In the future...in the future, there will be more children."
She couldn't even bring herself to say it.
She knew that at times like this, "later" was the most useless word in the world.
But what could she say?
Say "Don't be sad"?
Saying "It's no big deal"?
These words are as light as dust in the face of a mother who has lost her child.
Shen Cuifen did not respond or speak again.
She simply turned her head slowly, bit by bit, and stared back at the ceiling.
There was nothing on it except a yellowish water stain, shaped like a crooked butterfly.
She just stared, her eyes vacant, as if trying to see herself into that pale expanse.
Song Yu'an sat there, his mind in turmoil.
She knew that saying anything at this point would be useless.
The deepest pain a person experiences is not in wailing and crying, but in silence.
What did she do wrong?
She knew perfectly well that Shen Cuifen was in trouble, but she didn't stop Zhou Dajun and let him go.
She chose her son over her daughter-in-law once again.
In public, she was always the "virtuous and generous" mother-in-law, but in private, she once again made Shen Cuifen bear everything alone.
This time, she lost again.
I lost to my own hesitation, to the favoritism of the past, and to those inexplicable rules of my in-laws' family.
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