Love the good night from now on

"I'm sorry for what?"

My eyes are getting hollow.

The sound of the heartbeat was almost deafening.

I waved her away from the door, ran out to look around, and raised my voice and asked, "Where's Yi Nan? Didn't he say he was on business? Where are the others?"

I don’t know if the hidden emotions erupted at this moment, and my tears also poured out: “Didn’t you just go to Singapore to deal with work? What about others? Why didn’t he come back?”

Cynthia frowned and looked at me: "You know?"

I froze and turned around: "What do I know?"

Cynthia approached me: "You know Mr. Yi and I are not going to Singapore for business, but for surgery, right?"

I didn't answer, just stared at Cynthia's raised eyeliner, trying to figure out something.

"Now that you know all about it." The look on Cynthia's face was hers.

Unruly, calm, and impersonal: "Mr. Yi has indeed undergone lesion resection surgery, removing four-fifths of his stomach. This surgery is very dangerous."

I covered my mouth and covered my face and wept, waiting for the news I least wanted to hear to reach my ears
"Even if the operation is successful, the chance of survival is extremely low. It is still necessary to prevent the lesion from developing to other organs."

etc.
I suddenly stopped crying, looked at Cynthia with wide eyes, and repeated: "Even if the operation is successful?"

Cynthia continued to say rigidly: "Well, but it is still necessary to prevent the lesions from recurring, and even develop to other major organs. Some lesions in the liver also need to be paid attention to. Conservative treatment needs to be continued, and the disease must be controlled."

"Hey, Yao Suisui, what are you doing!"

I suddenly rushed forward and hugged her tightly, tears and snot all rubbing against her chest.

Cynthia pushed me away by an arm's length in disgust: "What are you doing, you are so close to me, what is this, snot! Is it dirty!"

I wept with joy.

Yi Nan is fine!
My prayers have come true!
He got off the operating table!
I don't have to lose him right away!
Maybe the sudden surge of joy occupied too many thoughts, but he muttered: "You just said sorry to me, you really scared me to death."

Cynthia looked frightened: "We tricked you into going to Singapore on business because Mr. Yi doesn't want you to worry, he's already prepared for the worst."

I belatedly laughed.

It turns out that the three words "sorry" have completely different effects in different contexts.

One is despair like falling into an ice cave.

One is the hope that is like a cloud.

"What about others? What about Yi Nan? I'm not angry, I'm not angry, what about others?"

Cynthia made sure that I would not approach her again, and took out a wet towel from her bag to wipe the skirt of my soiled clothes: "Mr. Yi is going to the old Mr. Yi first, and I have to explain it to the old Mr. Yi."

I hugged Cynthia again without any effort: "Great! You stay for dinner, he will come back for dinner, right?"

Cynthia's face was grim: "I'll be there in half an hour."

I almost wanted to lift her up, but I was still pregnant, so my strength was a little weaker.

So I ran in a few steps, and ran out again, like an enlarged version of an ant on a hot pot.

At a loss: "Cynthia, you are my savior, will you stay for dinner?"

Cynthia seemed to have begun to understand my abnormal behavior, so she shrugged her nose: "It's not impossible."

It turns out that life is like this.

Full of unknowns and full of hope.

I don't know if there is really a god in this world.

I don't know if I really gave up my two lifetimes to Yi Nan, so he came back safely.

But I know, even if I only live to be 40 years old.

Yi Nan and I have nearly twenty years left.

In these 20 years, we can do a lot of things.

We can fill many regrets.

Between 20 years and two months.

The former is as exhilarating as a lifetime.

That's how I am content.

I have always been content.

So I would rather believe that there is a God in this world.

God is watching us from the clouds.

All living beings are suffering, ups and downs have their fate.

South China Sea in early summer has a tangy fragrance of jasmine.

The jasmines under the rose wall are all in bloom.

When Yi Nan came back, I was waiting for him at the door, dressed in the scent of flowers all over my body.

I saw that he was not missing arms or legs, and he was not full of medicine tubes.

When I saw him, his brows were like the moon and his eyes were like stars.

When you don't smile, you smile, when you laugh, it's like spring water reflecting the moon.

It is so beautiful.

I saw him open his arms slightly, with hazy water in his eyes.

His lips opened and closed lightly.

He said, "Sui Sui, come here."

His fingers moved: "Hold."