Li Cuihua patted Chen Xiaoru and said, "I'm glad you're okay. I'm glad you're okay. Your father and I have been worried sick lately, afraid that something might happen to you."
"Mom, I'm fine, aren't I? Our whole family is fine, don't worry. You've been tired all day, go and have a rest!" said Chen Xiaoru.
"Well, take good care of Yuxuan. Your dad and I will go back first." Li Cuihua said, her eyes full of reluctance.
"Well, Mom, you should go to bed early too." Chen Xiaoru nodded.
After Chen Guodong and Li Cuihua left, only Chen Xiaoru and Zhou Yuxuan were left in the room.
"Wife, are you really going to be a father?" Zhou Yuxuan asked cautiously, his eyes full of anticipation and nervousness, as if he was afraid that this was a dream.
"Yeah." Chen Xiaoru responded lightly, with no expression on her face.
"Wife, come here." Zhou Yuxuan suddenly said, with a hint of temptation in his voice.
Chen Xiaoru looked at her in confusion, but still walked over.
Zhou Yuxuan pulled her hard, and Chen Xiaoru stumbled and fell into his arms, filled with fragrance.
"Wife, I love you." Zhou Yuxuan whispered in her ear, his warm breath brushing against her earlobe, his deep voice was magnetic, plucking her heartstrings like a feather.
Chen Xiaoru lifted herself from his embrace, responding to his words with action. She cupped his cheeks with both hands. His handsome face was now painfully pale, but his eyes, still deep and full of her own image, remained silent. She simply stared at him intently, then leaned down and kissed him on the lips. They embraced and kissed passionately, lingering in each other's arms, as if to melt all the anxiety, fear, and longing they had felt during this period into this kiss, clinging to each other until death.
After a long time, Zhou Yuxuan finally let go of Chen Xiaoru, but he still held her tightly, as if she would disappear if he let go.
"Wife, wife..." Zhou Yuxuan called out again and again, his voice low and obsessive, like a child, confirming the existence of his beloved over and over again.
"Well, you have a good rest. I'm going to take a shower because I'm not feeling well. You have some injuries on your body, so you should wipe them and change your clothes." Chen Xiaoru said softly, her voice still cold, but with a hint of imperceptible tenderness.
"Okay, I'll listen to you. You go wash first, and I'll wait for you to come out before I go." Zhou Yuxuan responded obediently, his eyes full of attachment.
Chen Xiaoru stepped out of his arms and went into the bathroom.
Zhou Yuxuan sat alone in bed, his brow furrowed slightly, feeling something was amiss. Chen Xiaoru was clearly beside him, yet he felt as if there was an invisible barrier between them, distant and unfamiliar. This feeling had begun the moment he woke from his coma, and it lingered, leaving him distraught.
He began to think carefully, trying to pinpoint the root of the problem. Could it be that he'd left without consulting her, then been seriously injured, and rushed here after waking up, neglecting Chen Xiaoru's feelings, leaving her feeling like he was hiding something? That's why she'd become so cold? The more Zhou Yuxuan thought about it, the more likely it seemed, and a wave of regret and self-blame welled up in his heart. He decided to confess to her once she got out.
When Chen Xiaoru came out of the shower, she saw Zhou Yuxuan sitting on the bed in a daze, his eyes wandering, and she didn't know what he was thinking about.
This is really strange. Zhou Yuxuan, who is usually like a clingy person, can actually be so quiet at times.
She walked to the bedside and asked with a hint of curiosity: "Yuxuan, what are you thinking about?"
Zhou Yuxuan was awakened by Chen Xiaoru's voice. When he came back to his senses, with a hint of caution in his eyes, he asked tentatively: "Wife, are you angry?"
Chen Xiaoru paused while wiping her hair. She turned her head and looked at Zhou Yuxuan with a strange look in her eyes. She said, "Are you okay? What are you thinking about?"
"Wife, I have something to tell you." Zhou Yuxuan took a deep breath, his eyes became extremely serious, as if he wanted to carve his soul into Chen Xiaoru's eyes.
Chen Xiaoru raised her eyebrows, said nothing, and motioned for him to continue.
"Wife," Zhou Yuxuan's voice was low and solemn, "I have something that I have been hiding from you, and now I must tell you."
He paused, as if organizing his words, or as if trying to muster up his courage.
Chen Xiaoru looked at him quietly, without any ripples in her eyes, like an ancient well, deep and calm.
Zhou Yuxuan looked into Chen Xiaoru's eyes. Those eyes were like obsidian, deep and mysterious, as if they could see through everything.
He suddenly became nervous, his palms began to sweat, and the words he had prepared became confused.
"Wife, I..." Zhou Yuxuan spoke, his voice a little hoarse.
He looked at Chen Xiaoru, and an inexplicable emotion surged in his heart, including guilt, uneasiness, and love.
He knew that he had to confess this matter and face it no matter what the consequences were.
Chen Xiaoru looked at Zhou Yuxuan quietly, with a hint of inquiry in her eyes, waiting for his next words.
"I... I am reborn." Zhou Yuxuan's voice was trembling, and every word seemed to be squeezed out from the depths of his chest, carrying a heavy weight.
"I was reborn...to the day you died." His voice suddenly choked, his eyes reddened, as if he had returned to that desperate moment.
"That was the day I regretted the most in my previous life. I watched you... but was powerless to do anything." Zhou Yuxuan's body trembled slightly. He held Chen Xiaoru's hand tightly, as if he wanted to embed her into his flesh and blood.
He paused, calmed down his emotions, and continued, "The day I was reborn, I had only one thought in mind, and that was to find you, protect you, and prevent you from being hurt again."
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