end of marriage

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That night seemed to be very long.

An Mo finally fell into a coma. Zhou Luoyan was already in an abnormal mood, so he drank again and fell asleep after frantically tossing about.

At dawn, An Mo slowly opened his eyes, the tingling pain in his lower abdomen almost penetrated his whole body.

He took the mobile phone by the bedside, and there was Cui Shu's missed call - he really couldn't do anything yesterday, so he called Cui Shu, and passed out before he could finish speaking.

In addition, there is Xiao Yuxi's.

An Mo was so uncomfortable, he took the phone and felt dizzy for a while.

"Ding Lingling" A burst of phone ringing shattered his will, An Mo's eyes were confused, and he picked it up with difficulty.

"An Mo, how are you? Why aren't you in the hospital?"

"Who... who is..."

"It's me, An Mo, why is your voice so hoarse?"

"I'm fine...I...cough cough cough..." An Mo coughed violently.

Xiao Yuxi's heart twitched violently: "Where are you, tell me, I'll look for you!"

An Mo's consciousness began to collapse due to the throbbing pain in his lower abdomen. He didn't even have time to distinguish whose voice was on the other side. He instinctively reported the address of the hotel and fell into a coma again.

Then, he had a long, long dream.

Dreamed of 19-year-old Zhou Luoyan and that sudden car accident.

It was the day after the dance, An Mo drove his father to visit an elder, the weather was gloomy, and there was a tendency for a heavy rainstorm at any time.

When An Mo drove past a bridge, the rain began to pour down.

At this time, a truck suddenly failed to brake and ran towards him. In order to avoid the truck, he turned the steering wheel sharply and drove the car towards the bridge.

Just at this critical moment, a car drove towards him in a panic, and drove in the same direction as him, so the two cars collided.

The body was immediately overturned.

Father An was sitting in the back seat, and he was not seriously injured. An Mo's abdomen was caught between the back of the seat, and he couldn't move an inch. What's worse, the sharp fragments of the window glass directly cut into his glands. inside.

Large patches of viscous blood mixed with rainwater soaked An Mo's clothes, and he passed out before he could figure out what happened.

When he woke up again, he had been sent to the aseptic warehouse.

The doctor said that his glands were severely damaged and his condition was very critical, requiring immediate surgery to replace them.

An Mo's whole body was weak and weak, as if only a sliver of soul was left, his consciousness was all broken, and he lay quietly on the hospital bed. The only impression he had was that An Mo was standing outside the hospital room, watching him and crying unceasingly.

At that moment, he thought he was going to die.

Just like that, after an unknown amount of time, he woke up from the gate of hell.

Father An told him that he was not seriously injured in the car accident, and he called for support to rescue him.

His glands were severely traumatized, but have returned to normal after surgery.

An Mo's memory of that period was vague, he only knew that he had collided with another car.

Father An didn't tell him the situation of the other car owner in detail, only that everything was stable.

An Mo didn't ask any more questions.

After that, he stayed in the hospital for more than half a month, and all his classmates and friends went to see him, except Zhou Luoyan who never showed up again.

An Mo endured it at first, pretending not to care, but within a few days, he still sent Zhou Luoyan a message and made a phone call, but nothing came of it.

He didn't know what happened to Zhou Luoyan, and he was always worried about him.

It wasn't until half a month after he was discharged from the hospital and returned to school that he realized that Zhou Luoyan had changed schools a week ago.

An Mo didn't know what it was like in his heart, emptiness, loss, reluctance, whatever.

Zhou Luoyan changed her mobile phone number and WeChat, and the contact between them came to an abrupt end.

Zhou Luoyan didn't even say goodbye to him, and unilaterally withdrew from his world.

An Mo thought, maybe, he was just a senior with a normal relationship among Zhou Luoyan's many acquaintances.

He left without needing to tell him the most common relationship.

All the intimacy is just his own illusion.

After that, An Mo never went to the Rose Wall again, and when he had to pass by, he would deliberately take long detours.

He thought over and over again, what kind of weight and existence he was in Zhou Luoyan's heart.

It doesn't matter.

At best, the kind of seniors who are more tempered, who can enjoy a good time together, leave, never see each other again, and simply clear up the relationship.

Even though he didn't want to believe it.

But a long time has passed, one month, two months... one year, two years...

That person still didn't show up.

An Mo became even more silent.

He was thinking about how Zhou Luoyan managed to get so close to a dispensable person in the past, and how it made him have a delusion that the two of them would continue to be in love, and love would come naturally.

An Mo never made that phone call again, and he hesitated to send him the message, and deleted it word by word again.

But the bright smile of the young man standing in the sun was engraved in his mind more and more clearly day by day.

It was only then that An Mo realized that he cared, he cared about Zhou Luoyan's leaving without saying goodbye, caring about him not looking for him for so long, caring about the love poems in the library... and also caring about that ambiguous kiss.

But all the time, he was the only one who cared.

He, far more than he thought, likes Zhou Luoyan.

But what he likes is the breeze in spring, forbearing, silent, and gentle.If it wasn't for the warm response from the other party, he wouldn't even know how to give him even the slightest hug.

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This dream was so real that An Mo thought he had gone back to the past.

When he regained his consciousness, he heard someone calling him, one after another, becoming more and more impatient.

An Mo finally opened his heavy eyelids, and what he saw was the dazzling white light. It took him a while to get used to the brightness.

"An Mo, you finally woke up?!" The speaker's voice was filled with obvious surprise, "You... you scared me."

An Mo raised his eyes, and only then did he figure out where he was now.

It was the hospital, and the person calling him was Xiao Yuxi.

An Mo had a splitting headache, but he also remembered that he answered a phone call from someone before he passed out and told him his location.

But, where is Zhou Luoyan...and why is he lying in the hospital...

Xiao Yuxi saw his doubts, and when he looked better, he opened his mouth and said, "An Mo, you have been in a coma for two days and two nights. You had already passed out when I passed, and your face was pale. It's dangerous, I... a little scared by you."

"I didn't dare to delay, so I sent you to the hospital. The doctor took your blood and found—" Xiao Yuxi paused, and didn't continue.

An Mo looked at him, leaned on the bed and wanted to get up, Xiao Yuxi wanted to help him, but he refused: "It's okay."

"Senior, it's okay for you to say."

"An Mo, you are pregnant. Your HCG value in the blood drawn by the doctor is beyond the normal range, saying that you are almost three months pregnant."

An Mo trembled with his hands supporting the bed, and asked in disbelief, "I... am pregnant?"