you are a star

Qiao Nan slept again after lunch, until the evening, when the orange-red afterglow of the setting sun came in from the west window and fell on her plain and pale face.

She had a very bad dream, dreaming that Liang Feicheng had a car accident a year ago, bloody and sad, sweeping like a wild wave.

She yelled hysterically in her dream, breaking out in cold sweat.

She opened her eyes suddenly, like a fish out of water for too long, breathing heavily, and took a while to pull herself out of the dream completely.

Being covered in sweat is bound to infect the wound, and she must clean it up as soon as possible.

But there was no change of clothes in the guest room, so she lifted the quilt and got up, opened the door and went out, planning to go back to the utility room to get clothes by herself, because no one in the Liang mansion would help her with this kind of thing.

When Liang Feicheng came in from outside the building, he raised his eyes and saw a person walking down the stairs slowly, step by step.

The top of the stairs in the main building is covered with a piece of glass. At the moment when the sun is setting, there seems to be a ray of light circling the handrail of the stairs, plating a layer of golden light on the vermilion paint, and the person coming down the stairs is vague and somewhat unreal.

Liang Feicheng stood still, with long-lost emotions lingering in his brows and eyes.

About three years ago and nearly four years ago, in the spring, Qiao Nan's birthday.

When he came back from the outside, she was also like this, slowly going up and down the stairs, the sunset that day was even more gorgeous than now, she was wearing a garnet red dress, bowed her head and smiled shyly, as beautiful as a fairy.

Sensing a deep gaze, Qiao Nan's fingers gripped the armrest tightly, and her fingertips almost pressed marks on the wood. She looked over and collided with Liang Feicheng's gaze in the air.

She quickly lowered her head and said respectfully, "Third Young Master."

She still remembered that he scolded her for being arrogant in front of everyone this morning, and she knew that he was angry that he contradicted him last night and slammed the door in front of him.

It was his words this morning that instantly woke her up. Between him and her, they were never equal.

She lost everything, freedom, dignity...

She almost forgot that as long as he moved his fingers, she would not even be able to see the sun tomorrow. It was because she forgot her shape and her position on herself was blurred.

She was holding on to the handrail of the stairs with one hand. She was wearing loose clothes, which lined her skinny muscles. She was too thin. The whip wounds on her neck and wrists were faintly visible. When she walked down, the loose trouser legs seemed to be empty.

In just an instant, Liang Feicheng's eyes regained clarity.

He hummed without emotion, took the hot tea from the butler, and from the corner of his vision, the woman walked slowly behind the screen, and the door of the utility room opened and closed.

Qiao Nan went back to the utility room just to get a few changes of clothes. She came out quickly, and walked non-stop when she walked to the living room. She lowered her head, walked slowly up the stairs, and returned to the guest room.

Liang Feicheng withdrew his gaze, and said coldly to the butler, "We won't be eating at home tonight."

The butler took the teacup he handed back and nodded, seeing him turn around and walk towards the car parked in the courtyard, he frowned involuntarily, full of doubts in his heart.

In the past, if the third young master didn't come back to eat, he would just talk on the phone. Why did he come back in person today? It wasn't for changing clothes or getting anything. He just walked in and drank a cup of tea before leaving.

In such a hurry, it would be better not to come back.

He probably didn't know that his third young master was so angry with the ancestor of Yu's family today, that he wanted to come back to see that woman who attracted bees and butterflies by accident!
The housekeeper muttered that it was strange, and went to Liang Muxing's room shaking his head.

After Qiao Nan was injured, he could only feed Liang Muxing. Every day was like a fight, which cast a shadow on him. Only at this time, he could think of Qiao Nan's well-being, and hoped that she would recover soon.

Qiao Nan really felt that the injuries on his body were recovering, especially on the back, where she couldn't reach, healed faster than she thought, and the scabs might be removed in half a month.

And Fan Qi still took her to see grandma every day, or to see Yanxi.

That day, Qiao Nan came out of grandma's ward, but she didn't call Fan Qi immediately. She walked around to the elevator on the other side, looked at the time displayed on her phone, pressed the elevator button, and went to the outpatient building.

The gynecology clinic was overcrowded, and she was sitting in a corner wearing a mask and scarf. In the hospital, people dressed like her would not be noticed.

The seat next to me changed several waves of people back and forth, most of them waited impatiently, talking about why they were so slow, and paced back and forth impatiently.

Only she kept her head down the whole time, her eyes exposed on the mask were calm and undisturbed, free from outside interference.

When the nurse called her name, she got up and walked to the No. [-] outpatient clinic. The doctor was a middle-aged female doctor with kind eyes.

After Qiao Nan sat down, she asked, "What are you looking at?"

Qiao Nan's voice was muffled while wearing a mask: "Irregular menstruation, it's been delayed for a week."

A week, already longer than normal.

The doctor writes the symptoms in the medical record with a pen. First, he asks how old he is, what day he came last month, how many days he usually comes, whether he is usually accurate, whether he has any underlying diseases, and other routine questions.

Qiao Nan answered all of these.

The doctor lifted the frame of his glasses, paused, and asked, "Have you ever had a baby?"

Qiao Nan turned slightly pale, shook his head, and whispered, "No."

"Have you ever had a miscarriage?"

The doctor lowered his head to take notes, but Qiao Nan suddenly raised his eyes to look at her. Those watery eyes seemed to be suddenly hit by a stone on a calm lake, causing waves of ripples.

Her hands trembled a little, cold sweat leaked out, and soon, her palms were sticky and sticky, and she was wearing a layer of disposable gloves in her gloves, and the film stuck to her palms, very slippery, as if she couldn't grasp anything at all.

Her heart was pounding, and some pictures kept flashing in her mind. Her whole body was as cold as falling into an ice cellar, and she couldn't stop shaking.

The doctor looked at her suspiciously, "What's wrong?"

She suddenly grabbed her medical records, bumped into a chair when she got up, and ran out in a stumbling manner.

People around looked at her strangely, she ran out in a hurry, didn't even take the elevator, and couldn't feel the pain in her body, and kept running until there was no one around.

Painful memories surged wildly in my mind - blood, pain, old hospital, cold bed...

She stopped under a tree that had lost all its leaves, her palms were tightly propped on the trunk, and the medical records in her hands were deformed by her.

She was only here to see her irregular period, and she knew she was unlikely to be pregnant.

A year ago, she had a miscarriage, and the doctor said that it was very difficult for her to conceive again, almost impossible.