He Is Warmer Than Time

Song Xuan felt cold and painful, and her dream was chaotic, as if she saw a little boy, giggled and looked at her, and then ran away again.

She chased and ran, the child was gone, and there were ruins all around. She searched around in a panic and saw the child lying in the ruins like a rag doll, lifeless.

She woke up suddenly, stretched out her hand to cover her heart, panting in panic.

When I opened my eyes, I saw Song Ran and Yang Haitao, and barely squeezed out a smile: "I had a nightmare just now. I dreamed that... I dreamed that my child was gone."

Song Ran's nose sore, tears almost came out.

Song Xuan looked at Yang Haitao again: "Haitao, my child... how is the child?"

Yang Haitao looked at her with red eyes: "Xiaoxuan, we are still young, and children...will have them in the future."

Song Xuan tremblingly touched her belly with her fingers, and then the smile on her face was pulled away little by little.

Her fingers were shaking so badly that her belly was already pregnant, but when she touched it, it was flat, but it turned out to be flat.

Child, really gone, really gone.

Her lips fluttered and her eyes flickered, as if she couldn't believe this cruel fact, she looked at Yang Haitao as if for help: "No, it's impossible, you lied to me, didn't you?"

Song Ran grabbed her hand: "Sister, you are still young. Take care of your body. You will have children in the future. Take care of your body."

Song Xuan cried out sadly: "My child...my child..."

Song Ran's nose was sour, tears fell down, and Yang Haitao turned back, tears falling straight.

Mother Wu couldn't stand it even more and ran out of the ward and cried.

Song Xuan hugged Song Ran tightly, crying like a child: "It is Mrs. Tang’s mother Shen. She is the culprit. She is the executioner. She killed my child. I'm going to find her to settle the accounts. She pays for her life, and Mrs. Tang is the master behind the scenes, and she deserves to die...she damn..."

Song Ran caressed her back, frowning, gritted her teeth and said: "Sister, you can heal your wounds and leave everything to me. I will avenge you, and I will bring those who harm you to justice."

Song Xuan cried so much that Song Ran's heart was broken.

Song Ran comforted him for a while. Even though Song Xuan was so sad, she didn't forget to care about her sister: "You are pregnant now, don't work too hard, go home and rest."

Song Ran's throat was blocked badly, and she hugged her: "Don't worry about me, I will take care of myself."

Song Xuan called Wu Ma and said with red eyes: "Hurry up and take her home, go back and make some light vegetable porridge for her to eat."

Wu Ma took Song Ran away with grief.

Yang Haitao sat on the side of the bed and reached out to touch her face: "Don't be too sad, huh? You have to think like this, maybe we have no relationship with this kid, or maybe this kid thinks we are too young, maybe not. Take care of the child, so when he goes to someone else’s house, he will live well. Don’t be sad and don’t worry, okay?"

Song Xuan's tears fell again: "Although I have never been a mother, but... But I am sure I will be a qualified mother, I will be good to him, how can he not want me? How can he go to others Home?"

Yang Haitao felt that his heart was gouged out and the pain was severe. He hugged her tightly, stroked the back of her head, and said softly: "Twisted melons are not sweet. Since the child is unwilling, let's not force others, eh? Let's still There will be other children."