I've Been There Before

In the hospital, the door to the ward was quietly opened. This time, Ladd didn’t tell Caden.

When Humbert hurried over, he saw that woman.

Without saying anything, Humbert was pulled by Gloria into the corridor. The door opened and closed.

The man in the bed fell asleep on his side.

It was unknown what he was dreaming of, but his tight eyebrows implied he wasn’t sleeping peacefully.

His hand resting on the quilt was wearing a wedding ring.

The woman slowly approached and stopped in front of the man’s bed.

Her clear eyes stared at the ring on the man’s finger.

It was also unknown what she was thinking.

She stared at the ring for a long time until she was lost in thought.

After a long while, the man opened his eyes and saw the person in his dream.

He smiled at her with his pale face and said, “I’m dreaming again.”

He spoke to her in a gentle tone as if she was a friend whom he hadn’t met for years. “It’s good that you’re willing to come into my dream.”

The woman stood beside the bed in a trance. Her gaze slowly shifted to that person’s face. It had been only a month and he was already so thin.

Perhaps it was because of his words or because of the gentleness and attachment in his eyes that she had never seen before.

She didn’t want to think about how she could show that she hated him.

She just followed her heart, bent down, and kissed his forehead warmly. “Is it a dream?”

She asked.

The man’s eyes were filled with surprise and joy. He curled his lips and said, “Yes.”

She chuckled as if she had forgotten the love and hatred between them, and forgotten all the hardships she had experienced. Like a good friend, she reached out and twisted her fingers on his arm. “Is it a dream?”

The man woke up due to the sudden pain. He was pleasantly surprised. He dared not believe it or close his eyes. He was afraid that if he closed his eyes and opened them again, she would disappear.

“It hurts, but not very real. Try again,” he said.

She picked up an apple from the side and peeled it quietly. Not long after, the peeled apple was passed to the man.

The apple in front of him emitted its scent. In the man’s deep eyes, all these seemed so unreal. He didn’t dare to take it.

Who knew whether the apple would disappear if he took the apple?

“When is your surgery?” She did not pester him, holding the peeled apple in her hand.

The man was alert. A trace of nervousness flashed on his face. “Who told you that?”

“Tomorrow or the day after tomorrow?” She asked, ignoring his words.

“The day after tomorrow.” He stared at her. She was more stubborn than him. She wouldn’t give up until she got an answer.

The woman nodded and pushed the apple to his front. “Don’t you want to eat it? I peeled it.”

She said.

The man’s heart was warmed up when he heard she peeled it. He had never been weak, but now his eyes felt sour. His eyelids were red. He blinked his eyes and took the apple.

Bite by bite, he seemed not eating an apple, but nectar.

Every bite was sweet.

His mind was in a daze and he couldn’t guess her purpose.

He ate the apple bite by bite, and she quietly peeled another one for him.

After he finished eating, the second apple was peeled and handed to him.

The man didn’t say anything, took it and began eating.

The second, the third … until the fifth. He looked at the apple in his hand and was embarrassed. Even if he liked apples, he couldn’t eat so many at once. Moreover, he didn’t like apples.

“Eat more, or you won’t have the strength,” the woman said.

His mind was full of questions. No strength? What strength?

He was still desperately using his wisdom to think about her words when the woman beside the bed said.

“Are you sure you don’t want more? Are you full?”

“I’m full.”

He didn’t understand what she meant. Why did he have to eat apples till he was full?

He was puzzled.

However, the woman turned around and walked toward the door.

A huge sense of loss filled his heart.

He wanted to stop her, but didn’t … God knows what would happen after the surgery the day after tomorrow.

He wanted to give her the whole world and happiness, and wanted to accompany her for the rest of his life … At this moment, they had become an empty wish.

Who knew if he would be dead or alive the day after tomorrow?

why she would appear by his bed late at night …

locking

her return

rare that a grown man like him would blush like this. “I know you

dirty. Why don’t you wait until my surgery

is negligible. I’ll pay you back

get your hands dirty. Even if you don’t care,

appeared in his ward, and locked the door … That’s right, he owed her too

didn’t have to

bed. In

get your hands

fall, the quilt on him was lifted

warm and fragrant body

was stunned, not sure

“You, I …”

unbuttoned his clothes, rolled over, and sat on

“You, you …”

snapped open. She bent over

he could endure this,

was empty and he had no idea what

grasped her slender waist with his big palms, raised his head, and kissed her back

heard the door locked. He was extremely nervous and reached

stopped

door is locked. What if madam

what if.”

the worst. It’s strange for her

don’t stop me. The boss is in

speaking,

experience. No matter how dumb they were, they understood

Ladd’s face turned red.

and stop it. Your boss is in danger.” Gloria

pockets and

small world that seemed

woman stood up silently and put on her

use protection just now.” The

a new life is started here.”

“You …”

I hate you. You said you owed me

know how

the man’s eyes

I should get some interest

dead, I won’t be able

the surgery the day after tomorrow is very low. If it fails,

lit up and he hastily rejected.

him and said, “Of course I can. After all, I hate you and

comforted him. “Don’t worry, your child won’t grow

My child will have a

…

day of the

cold and the sky

of the hospital, the cold wind was bone-chilling. She sat on a

side. “There’s heating in the

scarf tighter and looked up

looked up at the sky. She said,

was wondering if I was wrong to come

you were wrong at that time? Is it too late to think about

“I wasn’t thinking straight.”

be honest, what did you think at

he hurt me too much. I hate him so much. I’ve been pestering him for half my life.

dead and

a concern and not dare to die

hate him, and I’m

he put me

up one morning, I was locked up in a

were no different from the iron bars in jail six years

he could to imprison me. He didn’t let go until he was sick to

was tired of this game and me. I bought

what is

go when he’s

to

When I was at the airport, my mind was filled with your scolding. I was on the run

“I kept escaping.

from him but also from

I wanted to go to Erhai Lake to pay

imprisoned my body and I

woman stood up and said, “Alright, let’s go back. It’s getting

woman’s monologue. Hearing this, she stood up and said, “I thought you didn’t know

put the warm juice into Grace’s

they bumped

yet?”

Let’s wait.” She answered, not willing to

more word would make her

heard you were

“You are well-informed.”

good to

snorted in disdain. He went past her and walked away

went toward him and said, “Don’t ever involve me in the matter between you and my grandfather again. I don’t owe you anything. If you still want to collect your debts, you can go to my late

my position is clear. Excuse me for not

old man behind her was furious, but

Shaws still have a grudge