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"Wanwan, don't have such messy dreams." Ji Yang had a stern face and looked unhappy. He obviously took it seriously. He took out a tissue to help her wipe her tears, "Dreams are the opposite."

"Dreams are the opposite. The baby is born. You have to raise it with me, accompany me, and always be good to me." She emphasized.

"...Yes." Ji Yang nodded and comforted her, "I will actively cooperate with the doctor's treatment."

"It will be fine, nothing will happen." Zhang Ruowan continued to hug him, leaning her face on his broad shoulders, rubbing against him, and kept saying, "I don't want you to be in trouble."

She felt that the previous incident hurt Ji Yang deeply. She had never treated him like this before. He found out, but those words made him very disappointed.

At night, because it was a single ward, the bed was a little bigger, and Zhang Ruowan nestled on it with him. She stayed in his arms as usual and held him with her hands.

Ji Yang's arms were the warmest place she felt. Countless moments came to her mind again. It was super heartwarming and healing for her. Looking at him, her eyebrows were smiling.

He looked down at her, with doubt in his eyes. Before he asked, Zhang Ruowan kissed his chin gently. She was still a little shy when he looked at her.

Ji Yang rubbed her head, "Go to sleep, you have to get up early tomorrow."

"Yeah." She hid in his arms.

The next day.

Early in the morning, Ji Yang had to go for a small operation and then send it for testing. Zhang Ruowan was waiting for him outside. No one was more tormented than her. She didn't show anything in front of Ji Yang, but in fact, her spirit was tense and she might not be able to accept it at any time.

The test results were not out yet, and Ji Yang had to continue to be hospitalized. Zhang Ruowan accompanied him as a whole, and the two of them were stuck together.

"Does this count as a time for two people?" Ji Yang looked at Zhang Ruowan in front of him and asked.

"No! I don't want this kind of two people." She turned around, "I'm waiting for you. Let's go somewhere else. Who has spent time for two people here?"

Ji Yang always said this to ease the atmosphere. She knew he was afraid that she would be too stressed.

The next day, the results came out.

Zhang Ruowan didn't dare to get it, and instinctively wanted to escape. Ji Yang took it while she went to the toilet. As a result, when she rushed over, he hadn't spoken yet, and her face was extremely ugly.

Pale, pale, without a trace of blood.

Ji Yang didn't dare to scare her vaguely, "It's benign, it's okay, but you have to have an operation."

Hearing this, Zhang Ruowan's body suddenly relaxed, and tears continued to flow down, murmuring, "That's good, that's good."

It was confirmed to be a pulmonary pseudotumor, a benign tumor that is easily diagnosed as lung cancer. If it is removed surgically, the effect is significant, and the recovery is good.

The doctor arranged the operation, and Zhang Ruowan dared to inform Zhang's father and mother at this time.

It was not a malignant tumor that made her feel relieved. Then, she was worried that Ji Yang would be in danger on the operating table, and she was afraid of accidents. She hugged him and couldn't sleep all night.

Ji Yang couldn't say anything about her. When he talked about it, his eyes were full of tears, and he was still distressed.

After saying a lot, Zhang Ruowan's legs were still weak when he was thrown into the operating room. She sat on the chair outside and didn't have the strength to stand up. She listened to the noise inside with her ears erect.

Seeing Ji Yang being pushed out, her complexion was pale, and her heart was in a knot.

She took care of him in the hospital. After he was discharged, they lived in the small room opposite for fear of the noise of the child. Zhang's father and mother went to the opposite side to take care of the two children. Zhang Ruowan also forgot about the baby these days, and only Ji Yang's recovery was in her eyes.

If her daughter cried, she was afraid that Ji Yang would rest, so she hugged her and whispered, "Baby, if you cry again, mom will let grandma take you away."

Little Ji Xin seemed to understand, and stopped crying with a pursed mouth, looking at her mother pitifully, while her mother only looked at her father. She blinked and tears fell again.

She was no longer her mother's sweetheart.

Two months later, after Ji Yang recovered, the two went on a short trip to a famous ancient capital in China.

Zhang Ruowan wore a light blue knee-length skirt with floral patterns and a yellow hat. She was slim and slender, and she didn't look like someone who had given birth to two children. She walked in front of Ji Yang, looking very girlish.

Ji Yang looked at her from behind, holding a bunch of local glutinous rice cakes in his hand, with a smile on his lips. He looked at her who occasionally turned around to talk, and his eyes were very soft.

When there were many people, he put his hand on her waist, and Zhang Ruowan habitually put his arm around him and grabbed the corner of his clothes.

We went to the pedestrian street for a walk in the evening, and when we came back, we had to walk back to the B&B. It was a long way, and Zhang Ruowan was still wearing wedge heels, and she walked slower and slower.

Ji Yang took her hand, then squatted down and put it on his back. Zhang Ruowan stepped back reflexively, "You're not well yet."

This look was like treating him as a fragile doll.

"It's okay, I'm fine." Ji Yang smiled, continued to pull her, and easily carried her on his back and walked forward.

Zhang Ruowan was afraid that he would be tired, so she leaned on his back and put her arm around his neck, looking at the dim street lights in front of her. She was a little dazed, just like countless times when she was in love.

The sweetness in her heart was spreading.

The relationship between the two was warming up, better than before. Zhang Ruowan sometimes had nightmares, dreaming of those painful scenes, Ji Yang spoke harshly to her, with an indifferent expression, wishing that his words would turn into a sword and stab her fiercely.

This time, she also dreamed that Ji Yang said that she deserved to lose her child, because she had nothing to do after eating and looked at his phone, and also followed him, so it would be better to divorce him as soon as possible.

Zhang Ruowan opened her eyes, her face was covered with tears, and her heart was aching.

"Did you have a nightmare?" Ji Yang spoke lazily. Without turning on the light, he held her in his arms, kissed her forehead, and patted her back. "Why did you have a nightmare again? Go to sleep."

"Yeah." Zhang Ruowan's heart slowly calmed down. Listening to his strong heartbeat beside her, she hugged him back, closed her eyes and fell asleep quickly.

This time, she had a beautiful dream.

In the dream, Ji Yang and Ji He assembled a racing car. She sat on the side holding her daughter, while Zhang's father and mother sat on the sofa watching TV. The family was happy.