Love-brained rebirth breaks off the engagement, and Master Shen who ignored her goes crazy

When Shen Shian, Chi Moyan and others arrived.

The wreckage of the vehicle had almost been burned completely.

The atmosphere on site.

Extremely cold and stern.

Chi Moyan glanced at the nearly twenty-meter-high viaduct and frowned.

Rushing down from such a high place.

It's definitely going to be a bad thing.

"Mr. Shen, we have searched the wreckage and found nothing."

The rescuer said, "Besides this--"

He hesitated and took out a ring.

"This was found in the passenger seat."

Shen Shian's eyes finally moved, and his sight slowly moved to the ring. He was very familiar with that ring.

It was an engagement ring he made himself for Song Qingyu.

He still remembers.

She was so shy and cute when she let him wear the ring.

And now.

The ring just lay in someone else's hand, and several broken diamonds on the ring had fallen off...

Shen Shian's jaw was clenched.

He took the ring and said, "Keep looking, keep looking!"

His voice gradually became louder and his emotions gradually got out of control. He would never believe that Song Qingyu would die in the sea of ​​fire like this. It was absolutely impossible!

"Mr. Shen... We have been searching for an hour. If there are any clues, we will find them."

The search and rescue team is from the RE family and is not afraid of Shen Shian at all.

He just finished speaking.

Shen Shian grabbed his clothes out of control.

His eyes were bloodshot and veins on his forehead were visible.

"Then tell me, where did she go? And the people chasing them, didn't you stage this all by yourself?!"

He still remembers.

When she called him, her voice was excited.

Obviously, he was about to find her.

"We retrieved the surveillance footage along the way. The people chasing them are my enemies. I am very sad about your wife's death."

Lori, who had been standing in the back without saying anything, took a step forward and explained.

Shen Shian's anger was about to explode.

Chi Moyan took a step forward and placed his right hand on his shoulder.

"Just because we can't find Xiaoyu's whereabouts here doesn't mean she's really dead. Shi'an, wake up."

This sentence undoubtedly brought hope to Shen Shian.

Yes.

Except for this ring.

There was no trace of her, not even... no trace of her body.

Maybe she is no longer here.

He would never believe it.

Song Qingyu died just like that!

Absolutely not!

*

Three months later.

"Mr. Lin, are you here to visit your wife again?"

Two gray-haired elderly people had just come out of a nursing home. When they saw the young man wearing a long down jacket and still looking fresh and handsome, they greeted him cheerfully.

"Yes, my wife is afraid of the cold."

The man smiled and exhaled white air while speaking.

He was carrying an insulated lunch box, smiled and nodded at the two of them, and entered the sanatorium.

Watch his back as he leaves.

The gray-haired old lady looked envious: "Mr. Lin is so good to his wife. He is so handsome. It's a pity that his wife doesn't seem to remember anything. Oh, God is so cruel to this young couple."

The old man also looked regretful.

"Yes, I have also seen his wife, she is so pretty..."

The voice was carried by the north wind and reached the man's ears.

There was no emotion on the man's face, but his pace quickened.

He entered the inpatient building and took the elevator to the neurology department on the top floor.

Go to the end of the room.

Open the ward door.

A thin figure was sitting in a wheelchair with her back to him. She was wearing a thin gray woolen jacket. Hearing the voice, she turned her head slightly and looked at Lin Yixuan.

"You're here."

His chin was distinct and his face was as pale as snow.

It seemed as if in the next second, it would disappear in the pale snow.

"It's cold outside, why did you open the window?"

Lin Yixiuan smiled.

I put the soup in my hand on the bedside, then walked to the window and closed it.

It was much warmer inside the ward.

He helped Song Qingyu stand up again and returned to the bed: "I made some soup today, want to try it?"

"it is good."

Song Qingyu smiled slightly.

There was finally some humanity on her face, and she watched Lin Yixuan serve her soup and feed her.

"You run back and forth between your workplace and the hospital every day. It's so tiring."

She took two sips and couldn't help but feel sorry for him. "Actually, apart from the occasional migraine, there's no big problem. Please let me leave the hospital. I can cook for you."

He seemed to be even thinner than before.

The nurses and doctors all said they envied her for having such a nice husband.

She also felt very happy.

It’s just… my health isn’t very good, and I don’t remember anything that happened before.

"fool."

Lin Yixuan rubbed her hair.

"If you're not feeling well, of course you have to be hospitalized. Besides, can you cook?"

"..."

Yes.

Can she cook?

Song Qingyu supported her forehead with her right hand. She no longer remembered whether she could cook or not.

But he was so nice to her, he definitely couldn't cook.

"But I don't want to be here alone."

Song Qingyu frowned her delicate brows and turned her head away, not wanting to drink the soup anymore.

recent.

When she lay alone, she would always think of strange things for no apparent reason.

In the dream, there was a child crying.

"I dreamed that there were little kids crying and I was very sad."

Song Qingyu's pair of black and white eyes were filled with confusion and bewilderment.

There was an indescribable pain in my chest.

Every time I think of that child's crying, I feel like my heart is being stabbed by a knife.

"..."

Lin Yixuan tightened his fingers.

Song Qingyu noticed his subtle emotions, and felt a little uneasy: "Are you hiding something from me?"

She couldn't remember anything from the past.

But I always feel.

It seems that things are not that simple.

half an hour.

Lin Yixuan smiled bitterly, "Yes, Xiaoyu, we had a child before, but the child died not long after he was born due to congenital deficiencies."

"what?"

Song Qingyu frowned.

For a moment, there was no way to digest these words.

"Do not be sad."

Lin Yixuan gently held her in his arms and patted her back.

I don’t know whether I was comforting her or comforting myself.

"That child is not meant for you. We will have children in the future. When you get better, we will have another one."

I want one.

Their children.

Song Qingyu was speechless for a long time.

She asked why there was a scar on her stomach, and it turned out... it was because of this.

She didn't remember this incident, but she still felt so sad when she heard it.

He must be more sad than me.

"I'm sorry, I forgot... Don't be sad..."

She hugged him back and said, "When I get better, I can have another child later."

This sentence.

Lin Yixuan's body stiffened.

He let go of Song Qingyu, his eyes filled with joy that he couldn't hide: "Really?"

"……yes."

Isn't this what he said?

Aren’t they husband and wife? Isn’t it natural for them to have children?