The address Song Lin gave Ye Huanhuan was a rather shabby-looking private hospital. Following the instructions in the letter, Ye Huanhuan went directly to the hospital's inpatient department, to VIP single room 1017.
Standing at the door of the ward, Ye Huanhuan took a deep breath, her feelings quite complicated. Seeing this, her bodyguard asked her with some concern:
"Miss, would you like us to accompany you inside?"
Ye Huanhuan wanted to refuse, but when she thought of how Song Lin had hurt himself with a knife in front of her, she felt that it would be safer to bring a bodyguard with her just to be on the safe side.
Thinking this, she nodded, agreed with the bodyguard, and then raised her hand to knock on the door.
After a long while, an extremely weak voice came from the ward.
Who is it?
Upon hearing this voice, Ye Huanhuan felt a jolt in her heart and slowly pushed the door open.
The person lying on the hospital bed was emaciated, his cheeks deeply sunken. He wore a hat and a large hospital gown, and lay on the bed with his eyes closed, weakly saying:
"I've already said I won't take any medication or undergo chemotherapy... Don't waste your time trying to persuade me..."
When Ye Huanhuan saw this person, her eyes couldn't help but redden. She never expected that in just half a year, Song Lin would become so terminally ill.
Seeing that the person who came didn't speak, Song Lin felt something was wrong. He slowly opened his eyes and saw that it was Ye Huanhuan. His eyes immediately lit up.
"Huanhuan...is that you? Am I dreaming? You really came to see me..."
Ye Huanhuan felt a tightness in her throat, and forced a smile. "It's me, Song Lin. Long time no see. How have you been?"
“How could you be unharmed…” Song Lin gave a bitter smile. “I thought I would never see you again.”
Ye Huanhuan no longer loved Song Lin, but they were still husband and wife for nine years. Seeing her old friend about to die, Ye Huanhuan couldn't help but feel sad.
Suppressing the bitterness in her heart, she walked to the bedside and said to Song Lin, "I'm so sorry, Song Lin, I didn't know you were like this... I'm late..."
Song Lin shook his head. "It's alright, it's good that you came. I thought you'd never forgive me in this lifetime..."
Ye Huanhuan shook her head. "I forgave you a long time ago, otherwise I wouldn't be standing here to see you. But, weren't you fine before? How did you suddenly become like this?"
"Everyone has their own destiny..."
Song Lin appeared completely indifferent to life and death, and mocked himself, "Anyway, I'm going to die sooner or later, right? Besides, I've already lost the person I love most. Living is torture for me, so I might as well be dead."
“Song Lin, please don’t think like that anymore. Life is long, and you’re still so young. You’ll meet other suitable people eventually.”
“Heh…” Song Lin smiled bitterly, “Huanhuan, you don’t need to say anything more. Whether you live or die, I’ve already let it go.”
As he spoke, he looked at Ye Huanhuan's belly, his eyes dark and unreadable, and asked her as if making a casual conversation, "Huanhuan, are you about to give birth?"
Ye Huanhuan sighed, not knowing what else to say. She touched her belly and nodded, "Yes, my due date is in a few days."
Song Lin looked regretful and said, "It's so good. I don't know if I'll be able to see this child one last time."
Ye Huanhuan's heart softened, and at this moment, she hesitated, wondering whether she should tell Song Lin the truth.
Before Ye Huanhuan could speak, Song Lin asked her, "Huanhuan, can you tell me the truth? Who is the child's biological father?"
Ye Huanhuan hesitated for a moment, but decided to tell the truth.
"Song Lin, this child...is not yours."
A smile, more painful than a grimace, appeared on Song Lin's gaunt face. "Actually... I guessed it a long time ago..."
Ye Huanhuan looked at him with some surprise.
Song Lin continued, "Thank you for telling me the answer. Whether it's my child or not doesn't matter anymore. Huanhuan, I just want to ask you one question: Did you ever love me? Even just a little bit?"
Ye Huanhuan was silent for a moment, then gently shook her head: "Song Lin, I'm sorry. I once thought I loved you, but I was wrong. Our marriage was a mistake from the very beginning."
Song Lin took a deep breath, his face turning even paler: "Okay, I understand."
Ye Huanhuan was a little unsure what to say, so she prepared to leave and said goodbye to Song:
"Song Lin, I'm leaving. I hope you can receive proper treatment. Don't give up as long as there's any hope of survival. If you need anything, feel free to come to me anytime, and I'll do my best to help you."
Ye Huanhuan wasn't just being polite; she was expressing her pity for a dying person.
Song Lin reached out and grabbed Ye Huanhuan's clothes, pleading with her, "Huanhuan...can you stay with me a little longer? I want to talk to you alone."
Seeing him like this, Ye Huanhuan couldn't bear it and said to the two bodyguards in the ward, "You two go out first, I'll talk to him a little longer, it won't take long."
After the bodyguard left, the ward door was closed.
Just as Ye Huanhuan was about to turn around, she felt something cover her mouth and nose. A cool sensation entered her brain through her nostrils. Before she could struggle, her mind went blank, and she fainted.
Song Lin, who had seemed lifeless, miraculously stood up from his hospital bed. The endless sorrow and desolation that had just surrounded him had vanished without a trace.
In his hand, he was tightly clutching a handkerchief sprayed with sleeping pills, and his face, which should have been haggard, was now covered with a sinister and terrifying smile that sent chills down one's spine.
"Huanhuan... once you step out of this room, from this day forward, I will never let you escape my grasp again..."
Song Lin muttered to himself, his deep, hoarse voice seeming to come from hell, revealing a chilling aura that sent shivers down one's spine.
Immediately afterwards, he used all his strength to place Ye Huanhuan, who had already fallen into a coma, onto the wheelchair that had been prepared in advance.
Then, Song Lin walked straight to the corner of the ward.
With a slight rustling sound, a hidden door was slowly opened.
Song Lin pushed the wheelchair and walked directly into the hidden door.
After exiting through the hidden door, Song Lin avoided the two bodyguards brought by Ye Huanhuan and went directly to the back door of the hospital.
Meanwhile, a van with its license plate number deliberately obscured was quietly waiting nearby.
Song Lin quickly opened the car door and successfully moved the unconscious Ye Huanhuan into the car...
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