In the narrow space, Su Ling kept running forward, as if there was something terrible chasing him from behind, and he rushed forward desperately.

Hurry up!

Hurry up!

Faster -

If you’re slow, you’ll be caught up!

Suddenly, his foot missed a step and his whole body fell down. The feeling of weightlessness made him scream in fear.

“Ahhh—”

The childish cry echoed in the space, and it seemed as if a century had passed. Then a pair of slender white hands reached out and caught the falling little Su Ling.

"Xiao Ling, you are too naughty. How can you climb a tree?"

The woman's doting voice rang in his ears. Su Ling quietly opened his eyes, looked up curiously, and saw a young and beautiful woman's face.

"……mother……"

He raised his hand to touch the woman's face, and was surprised to find that his hand had turned into that of a five or six-year-old child.

The woman put him down and patted his curly hair. "Don't climb trees anymore, okay? If I don't catch you next time, you'll fall on your butt."

"Okay, I got it, Mom." Little Su Ling nodded obediently, with a lovely smile on her delicate little face like a doll.

The woman took his hand and walked into the house. Little Su Ling followed her, jumping and skipping. When they were about to enter the door, he couldn't help but turn his head and take a look at the lush and green courtyard.

"What are you looking at?" the woman asked.

Little Su Ling pointed at the courtyard wall and said enviously, "My cousin is having his birthday. There are so many kids coming to his house, and my aunt made a huge cake!"

There was only a wall between their house and their second cousin's house, so they could hear everything going on over there. He was originally playing in the courtyard, and heard a lot of kids next door gathered together laughing and talking. He couldn't help but climb up the tree branches, just in time to see his aunt coming out of the house with a big cake in her hands, inviting the kids to celebrate his second cousin's birthday together.

"Mom...why can't I celebrate my birthday?" Little Su Ling raised his head and looked at the woman in confusion. When he met the woman's cold and disgusted eyes, his pupils dilated in horror.

"mother……"

"I'm not your mother!"

The woman suddenly pushed him away fiercely, and Xiao Su Ling's body hit the door frame hard, causing him to feel so painful that his eyes went dark. He covered his head helplessly and looked at his mother at a loss.

The once beautiful face was now distorted into something extremely ugly, with bloodshot eyes flashing with a hateful light that seemed to bite people, making people tremble with fear.

Little Su huddled up in a ball timidly. He didn't understand why his mother, who usually loved him, had become so strange. He didn't even know what he had done wrong to cause his mother's anger.

"Birthday? Your birthday is my day of suffering!" The woman walked towards the child in the corner, slowly bent down, stretched out her cold fingers, and gently stroked the child's pale cheeks. "I almost died because of giving birth to you, you know? I was in pain in the delivery room for three days and three nights, and was given a critical illness notice. I finally gave birth to you, but it caused postpartum thrombosis. I was around the gates of hell again and again."

Little Su Ling shivered and his teeth chattered uncontrollably.

He was too young to understand what his mother meant by difficult labor and blood clots, but he knew that his mother almost died because of him.

"So, never, ever mention your birthday in front of me." The woman warned gently.

Little Su Ling lowered her head and stammered, "I...I understand...Mom...I will never...never celebrate my birthday again..."

Tears fell drop by drop onto the ground, wetting the area.

If only...he had never been born.

So cold!

What a headache!

In the middle of the night, Xiao Su Ling developed a high fever. He got up in a daze, got out of bed with a dizzy head, and wandered in the darkness like a ghost.

"Xiao Ling? Why aren't you asleep yet so late?"

His father's stern voice seemed unusually far away, and he stood there stupidly, motionless.

"Ling! Ling—wake up—"

The man's gentle voice penetrated the space and pulled his consciousness back from the darkness.

Su Ling, who was lying on the bed, slowly opened her eyes and looked at the worried man in a daze. She opened her mouth and said hoarsely, "What's wrong with me?"

Li Feng took his hand, held it tightly, and kissed his fingertips. "It's okay, baby, it's okay."

Su Ling looked around, looked at the furnishings in the room, and realized that this was their bedroom.

"Why are you back?" He tried to sit up, but his body was limp and he had no strength.

Lu Feng quickly held him down. "Lie down, don't move."

Su Ling had no choice but to lie down and touched his forehead with his other hand.

So hot!

Sure enough, I have a fever.

"I want some water," he said.

Lu Feng immediately poured him a cup of warm water and helped him feed it.

After quenching her thirst, Su Ling continued to lie down and looked at the man sideways.

"What time is it?" Looking at the sky outside the window, it should be night.

"It's half past six in the evening." Lu Feng sat on the bed and gently lifted his bangs. "Are you hungry?"

"Yeah." Su Ling half-closed his eyes, as obedient as a little cat.

His stomach was rumbling as he hadn't eaten for more than ten hours, but his fever had left him with no appetite.

"I asked Aunt Zhou to cook some porridge. Do you want to eat it?" Lu Feng asked in a low voice.

"Eat later." Su Ling grabbed the soft quilt, stared at the man and asked, "I'm sick, right?"

Lu Feng said: "You have a fever."

Su Ling pursed his lips, his smile was uglier than crying. "I know my own body. This is not an ordinary fever, it is another disease."

Lu Feng frowned slightly. "Don't overthink it, it's just a fever."

Su Ling bit his lip, his eyes moistened, and after a while, he blurted out two words. "Terminal disease!"

Lu Feng was stunned.

Seeing his reaction, Su Ling laughed softly, tears rolling down her cheeks. "I know! Every time I have a fever, you get nervous and urge me to have a checkup every three months."

When he had a fever before, he just thought he had a cold or was overworked and didn't take it seriously. This time, he had a fever without any warning, and suddenly lost consciousness. His soul fell into darkness. During the sleep, he recalled a memory buried deep in his mind.

That day... he was frightened by his mother's crazy look. He had a fever at night and sleepwalked unconsciously in the dark living room. He was seen by his father who got up in the middle of the night to drink water. He was scolded. He listened blankly, and after his father finished scolding him, he fell backwards and fell into a coma.

When he woke up the next day, his mother was standing by his bed with a tired look on her face. She ruffled his hair tenderly and whispered softly, as if she was not the crazy person the day before.

Children forget quickly. Apart from remembering that they cannot celebrate their birthdays, they forget everything else.

Today, I was so stimulated by my aunt's words that I couldn't take it anymore. Not only did I faint, I also had a high fever.

If this is not considered a serious illness, then what is considered a disease?

"Is it spiritual?" Su Ling looked at Lu Feng calmly.

Rufeng was silent.

Su Ling sighed. "No wonder my attending physician is Dr. Ji."

Only when you have mental problems do you need a psychiatrist. He said that every time he went for a physical examination, he would always have to talk to Dr. Ji for a long time. Dr. Ji would record his mental condition through conversations with him. It has been a year, which is really long enough, and he himself is also slow.

"Baby."

Lu Feng reached out to wipe the tears from his cheeks, but Su Ling quickly opened his hand.

"Don't touch me until I explain it clearly." His tone was calm, his attitude was firm, and the prelude to a storm was brewing in his deep eyes.

Lu Feng pinched his brows and said, "I wanted to wait until after Grandpa's birthday, and then slowly tell you."

"No need to wait, tell me now, I can bear it." Su Ling subconsciously wrapped himself tightly with the quilt.

Li Feng saw his little move and said in a low voice: "A year ago, when we were on vacation in the south, you had a high fever. I chartered a plane to take you back to S City overnight. We did a comprehensive examination at the hospital and finally found out that your disease is a mental genetic disease hidden in your genes. It is very rare and the probability of occurrence is very low. But once the disease breaks out and is stimulated, it will continue to eat away at your mental consciousness, and eventually cause split personality."

After that, the room was silent for a long time.

Su Ling bit the back of his hand unconsciously, and bit it so hard that it almost bled, but Lu Feng pulled him away and stopped him.

"I'll take you to the hospital." Lu Feng stepped forward and helped him up, and Su Ling struggled.

"I won't go! I won't go!"

As soon as he got excited, Lu Feng dared not move. He knelt on one knee on the bed, bent his waist and coaxed humbly: "Okay, okay, I won't go to the hospital, I won't go to the hospital."

Su Ling calmed down, but his emotions were uncontrollably about to collapse.

"Is it true that I can't be cured?" he murmured. "Will I really have a split personality in the future?"

"No! Nothing will happen to you!" Lu Feng couldn't help himself any longer, hugged him and kissed his hair, "I won't let anything happen to you. We'll go to Country L the day after tomorrow, okay?"

"Go to Country L?" Su Ling leaned in his arms and rolled his eyes woodenly. Oh, right, when they were driving to the old house this morning, Lu Feng said he would take him to Country L in a few days. When he asked why they were going to Country L, he was deliberately mysterious and refused to explain clearly. He secretly thought that he was becoming more and more successful. He invested in the biological research institute in Country L, and it was indeed for the purpose of men having children.

Now that he knew the truth, he didn't know whether to cry or laugh.

Was it because of his illness?

Lu Feng patted his back soothingly. "Professor Finn Smith from Country L specializes in genetic research and has found a way to cure your disease. As long as you cooperate with the treatment, you will be fine."

Su Ling was a little bit incredulous, and grabbed Lu Feng's clothes and asked, "Really?"

One year, just one year, and there is a cure?

After regaining his composure, Su Ling immediately started to think.

No wonder Lu Feng had been on business trips every now and then over the past year. Was it to treat his illness? And because of his cold attitude, she misunderstood that his feelings for her had faded and she didn't want to continue living with him. So she left the divorce agreement and fled to the countryside in despair.

Are genetic diseases so easy to cure?

Su Ling suddenly remembered something. He suddenly pinched Lu Feng's chin and stared at him seriously.

"Tell me honestly, what did you do in Country L? Was it just to communicate with Professor Smith?"

The cover said without changing his expression: "Yes."

The shorter his answer was, the more suspicious Su Ling became. He leaned in close and pressed him, "If you want me to cooperate with the treatment, then tell me the truth. We can communicate over the phone. You don't need to go on a business trip in person. Even if you do, it won't take ten days or half a month!"

Every time he came back, his face looked terrible, and sometimes he would get up in the middle of the night to go to the toilet and vomit.

At that time, Su Ling thought that Lu Feng had an upset stomach and was anxious to give him stomach medicine. Now think about it, it was not an upset stomach at all, but he did something bad to his health in L country!

Lu Feng pursed his lips slightly, showing no intention of explaining at all.

Su Ling let go of his chin, and his body swayed back and forth, feeling dizzy.

Lu Feng was instantly nervous and forced him to lie down. Su Ling was breathing rapidly and his white forehead was covered with sweat. He said weakly: "Don't keep it a secret from me, okay? I have the right to know! Whether it's my illness or... the prerequisite for our marriage!"

"I'm sorry, Ling." Lu Feng said, resting his hand on his forehead, closing his eyes slightly. "I... am also afraid, afraid of losing you..."

The author has something to say: Ha~ I will fix the typos tomorrow~

PS: The cover has been changed~~Haha, the large picture can be found on my Weibo!