My husband disappeared after a flash marriage, but I am pregnant with his child

Chapter 121 Qiao Qin wakes up

The night faded away quietly, and a faint paleness gradually appeared on the horizon.

Huo Yan did not sleep all night, standing straight outside the emergency room, his eyes that were once as deep as the sea of ​​stars were now full of bloodshot, he stood there motionless, as if isolated from the world around him. Until a burst of hurried footsteps came from behind, breaking the long silence.

"Brother, Xiaoqin...what happened to her?" Lin Xingran's voice was trembling. She hurried over with a seven or eight-month-old belly, her face full of worry and anxiety.

Bo Zhili followed her closely and supported her carefully, fearing that she would hurt the baby in her belly due to excessive emotion.

Facing Lin Xingran's sharp questioning, Huo Yan's shoulders sank slightly, his eyes lowered, as if all his words were locked in the abyss of silence.

He did not respond, but just stood there quietly, allowing Lin Xingran's anger to burn around him.

Lin Xingran's voice was filled with anxiety and anger that were difficult to conceal: "Brother, look at me! Aunt Song has already told me what happened between you and Xiaoqin? Why did you imprison her and deprive her of her freedom? Moreover, she is still in the emergency room and her life is uncertain!"

Huo Yan's lips moved as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he chose to remain silent.

His silence was like an invisible sword, piercing deeply into Lin Xingran's heart.

Lin Xingran's chest rose and fell violently. Her fingers trembled as she pointed at Huo Yan. Her voice was trembling and sharp: "Huo Yan, what are you afraid of? Tell me, what happened? Why did you treat Xiao Qin like this? She is so kind and innocent, how could you bear to..."

Her voice gradually choked and tears sparkled in her eyes.

"Don't be angry, dear. Be careful not to get pregnant." Bo Zhili comforted her softly. At the same time, he turned his eyes to Huo Yan and said in a deeper voice, "Brother Huo, just tell me, otherwise Xiao Ran won't give up."

The air seemed to freeze for a moment.

Finally, Huo Yan moved his eyes, which were as dark as a deep pool. He opened his thin lips slightly, and every word seemed to flow out slowly from the depths of his heart.

"I am Huo Shiyan, she already knows it."

The hoarse voice echoed in the corridor, like breaking the calm water of a lake, causing ripples.

Lin Xingran's eyes widened as big as copper bells, and shock hit her heart like a huge wave.

His words exploded in her mind like thunder, making her unable to come back to her senses for a long time. Only that sentence kept echoing in her mind, and everything else turned into nothingness.

Lin Xingran shook her head gently, her inner resistance surging like a raging tide, she could not accept this sudden fact.

Her thoughts suddenly drifted back to what Qiao Qin said when she came to see her not long ago. Those words echoed in her ears like a prophecy. It turned out that there were signs of everything.

Huo Shiyan, the cold-blooded man in her heart, turned out to be her long-lost brother Huo Yan?

This fact hit her heart like a huge rock.

"How is this possible..." Lin Xingran's pupils trembled violently, and her voice trembled so much that it was almost inaudible, "How could you be him?"

As soon as she finished speaking, a sharp pain suddenly attacked her abdomen, as if she was cut by a knife and she was almost suffocated by the pain. This sudden pain, perhaps a reflection of the huge shock she received in her heart, her face instantly turned as pale as paper, and her thin body trembled in pain, as if she could fall down at any time.

Fortunately, this was the hospital, and Lin Xingran was quickly taken to the obstetrics and gynecology department.

However, before leaving, she looked back at Huo Yan. Those eyes that were once full of tenderness and intimacy had now lost all their warmth, leaving only deep disappointment and indifference.

Her eyes were like two sharp swords, piercing directly into Huo Yan's heart.

The two looked at each other, and time seemed to stand still at this moment.

When Huo Yan's eyes met hers, he quickly looked away as if he had been electrocuted, not daring to look her in the eye again. He stood alone at the door of the ward, his back looking particularly lonely under the dim light.

In order to escape from his world, his wife chose to commit suicide, an extreme method. His sister was so emotional because she couldn't accept this fact that she triggered fetal movement prematurely.

He has become completely alone.

Huo Yan lowered his eyes, his long eyelashes like butterfly wings were like an invisible barrier, blocking all the emotions in his heart.

His hands at his sides were clenched into fists, as if he wanted to squeeze all the tension and anxiety into the solidified air. The joints of his fingers were slightly bluish and the blue veins bulged like vines about to burst.

At this moment, the door of the operating room slowly opened, and a faint light shone through the crack in the door, as if foreshadowing some unknown ending.

Huo Yan suddenly raised his head and stared at the doctor who was walking out, but his feet seemed to be nailed to the ground by an invisible force, so heavy that he could not take a step.

He was afraid to hear any bad news, and that fear was like an icy arrow piercing his heart.

The doctor looked around and finally fixed his gaze on Huo Yan: "Who is the patient's family member?"

Huo Yan's voice trembled slightly: "I...she...is she okay?" Every word seemed to be squeezed out from the depths of his throat with difficulty, filled with endless worry and expectation.

The doctor slowly took off his mask that was soaked with mist and sighed silently, as if a heavy burden had been lifted off his shoulders. "She is no longer in danger of death, but now she is as fragile as a candle in the wind. She cannot be provoked in the slightest. We have to follow her wishes."

Huo Yan's heart seemed to be pulled out of a bottomless abyss, and the heavy feeling of depression dissipated instantly.

He watched Qiao Qin being gently pushed into the general ward. That familiar face now looked pale and fragile, and her breathing was almost inaudible, as if it would blow away with the wind at any time.

however.

Huo Yan stood at the door, his eyes as sharp as torches, fixed on the weak figure, but his feet seemed to be bound by invisible shackles, and he dared not take even a single step forward.

His inner struggle was like a lone boat in a strong wind, swaying and unable to calm down.

Qiao Qin fell into a deep sleep, and Huo Yan stood there like a stone sculpture, immersed in the silence of time with her. His figure seemed even more lonely under the dim light, and every minute and every second was filled with endless worry and expectation for Qiao Qin.

Until this moment, every doctor who passed by couldn't help but stop and gently remind him: "Mr. Huo, your wife's condition has stabilized. If you keep watching over her day and night like this, I'm afraid you won't be able to bear it. Don't forget that your health is equally important. Don't let her recover while you fall ill."

Huo Yan nodded slightly, an indescribable emotion flashed in his deep eyes, and a self-deprecating arc appeared at the corner of his lips.

Maybe she hoped something would happen to her.

However, after experiencing this life-and-death test, Huo Yan could no longer bear the heart-wrenching pain of losing her.

He understood that perhaps he needed to learn to let go and stop clinging to the irreversible past. As long as she was still alive, he could still see her, and could still leave a mark in this world, that was enough.

Huo Yan silently comforted himself in his heart, but every time he thought about letting go, his heart felt as if it was tightly grasped by an invisible hand, and it hurt so much that he could hardly breathe.

He knew that this feeling had penetrated deeply into his bones and could never be given up, but he had to make a choice.

Half an hour passed.

Qiao Qin finally struggled out of the deep darkness. Her eyelids slowly opened like curtains, and what came into view was a snow-white ceiling. The air was filled with a faint smell of disinfectant, pungent yet familiar. This was the smell she had smelled countless times in the hospital.

Qiao Qin moved her body slightly, trying to find a more comfortable position, but the sudden sharp pain in her wrist made her frown involuntarily.

She took a deep breath, trying to suppress the sudden pain.

Didn’t you die?

This thought flashed through her mind, like a flash of lightning across the dark sky, and her eyes became dim, like the moon covered by dark clouds, losing its former brilliance.

Just then, the door of the ward was gently pushed open with a creaky sound.

Qiao Qin thought it was Huo Yan, so she didn't turn her head away, but just closed her eyes. But then, a familiar and warm voice sounded in her ears.

"Madam, are you okay?" Aunt Song's voice was full of concern and worry, and her eyes were full of heartache, as if water could drip out. Her tone was gentle and firm, like the spring breeze, warm and powerful.

When Qiao Qin heard this voice, the coldness in her heart melted a little.

She slowly opened her eyes and saw Aunt Song's familiar face. Her face was full of concern and worry, and her eyes were full of care and love for her. A warm current surged in Qiao Qin's heart, making her feel a little comforted.

Qiao Qin shook her head slightly, her brows furrowed, as if there was an indissoluble haze lingering in her heart.

However, at that moment, her thoughts seemed to touch a corner of her memory, which made her nervous and asked softly: "What happened last time... Huo Yan, did he embarrass you?"

Aunt Song looked at her, a complex emotion flashed in her eyes, and then she responded softly: "Of course not, ma'am, you can rest assured. And..." Her voice suddenly became soft and deep at this moment.

"Mr. Huo... He, he knows he was wrong." Aunt Song paused, as if weighing every word, "He decided that after you are discharged from the hospital, he will no longer restrict your freedom. You can go wherever you want in the future."

There was a flash of incredible surprise in Qiao Qin's eyes. Her originally dull eyes seemed to be lit up at this moment, sparkling with hope.

She murmured, "Really? He...he really said that?"

Aunt Song nodded gently, and stroked the back of Qiao Qin's hand as gently as a spring breeze, giving her the final affirmation: "It's true, Madam, so get well soon, the young master can't live without his mother."

Qiao Qin nodded doubtfully. She would try her best to get better. She just hoped that Huo Yan was not lying to her.

The next day's morning light was dim and softly sprinkled in the ward, as if bringing hope and warmth for the day.

Lin Xingran walked in slowly. She was wearing a plain hospital gown and her face was slightly pale, but her bright eyes were full of worry and concern. Her big belly was bulging high, and even though she was not feeling well, she resolutely came to visit Qiao Qin.

"Xiao Qin, are you...are you feeling better?" Lin Xingran's voice was trembling, and tears were flashing in her eyes, as if they would burst out at any time. She held Qiao Qin's hand tightly, as if she wanted to pass on her strength to her, "How could you do such a stupid thing, what if...what if it really happened...what would you let me do?"

Qiao Qin was so shocked by Lin Xingran's words that she sat up straight. She hurriedly comforted him, "Xingran? I'm fine now. I'm really fine. It's all over."

Lin Xingran took a deep breath and tried to calm herself down. She gently wiped away the tears from her eyes and smiled at Qiao Qin: "I... I can't let it go. It's great that you're okay now."

Although her voice was still a little choked, she had regained some calmness.

Qiao Qin then noticed the patient gown she was wearing and frowned slightly: "What's wrong with you? Are you feeling unwell?"

"I'm fine. I just happened to be doing a prenatal checkup at this hospital." Lin Xingran didn't want to make her worry, so she lied and said, "I'm glad you're okay. Don't do such stupid things in the future."

Qiao Qin agreed without hesitation.

The two continued chatting for a while, and as the night grew darker, they each returned to their respective wards.

However, Huo Yan still did not show up. Instead, Qiao Qin felt a little relieved, as if she had unloaded a heavy burden, and her mood gradually became cheerful.

When night fell, everything was quiet. Qiao Qin lay down on the bed early and closed her tired eyes. Without the suffocating sense of oppression from the Huo family, she could finally let go of her guard and fall asleep peacefully. There was a faint smile on the corner of her mouth, which was the long-lost tranquility and satisfaction.

At this moment, a figure quietly appeared in the ward. He stood quietly beside Qiao Qin's bed, his eyes gentle and deep, as if he could penetrate the darkness and reach Qiao Qin's heart.

He stared at Qiao Qin's peaceful face, and ripples appeared in his heart.

Huo Yan couldn't help but fall into deep thought.

How long has it been since he saw Qiao Qin smile so happily?

Looking back on this period of time, it seemed that all that was left between them was resentment towards each other.

Maybe some things can't be forced.

Huo Yan stood quietly for a long time, until late at night, then he took a deep breath and quietly left the ward. Every step was so heavy and lonely. He knew that he should choose to let go, even if he was reluctant.

"pat-"

Huo Yan slowly closed the door of the ward. As the crack in the door slowly closed, Qiao Qin's figure completely disappeared from his sight.