44: Nightmares

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Isn't it unfair? When everything is fine, then one day everything will be ruined, again and again.

How could Yibo hate Zhan? How could he? He cannot believe that Zhan did that, protecting the one who causes them a lot of pain. He wanted to understand his man, he wanted to...

Zhan must have a reason why he ended up protecting Linian. Maybe he doesn't want him to stain his hands by killing Zhan's fake biological mother. Maybe Zhan pitied Linian, he cannot tell. He wanted to open his mind and accept Zhan's decision. But it was hard for him to do so.

It hurts. The pain of losing his aunt crawled deeply in his heart, clouding his judgments and ability to think rationally. He's grateful that Linian is gone for good. He wanted to avenge his aunt by killing that old wench with his own hands, but Linian killed herself. Thinking about that makes him irritated and mad.

And now this... Fate made him a fool. Zhan lying on the hospital bed with dextrose on and that same hospital gown. He was lying there as if he was just sleeping peacefully. But he knew, it wasn't the case.

He wanted to go berserk, to breakdown, to lose control. But all he could do was stare blankly at his spouse. It pains him. He wanted to believe that fate doesn't want him to be happy. He hasn't recovered yet, his aunt died, and now this? Zhan is hospitalized.

He didn't have the guts to talk to Zhan's doctor, nor ask what was wrong with his baby, for the reason was scared. Knowing the truth is what scares him.

He wanted to believe that everything was fine, that sooner or later, Zhan will open his eyes and talk to him. Explain the reason why he chose to do that. But he cannot, he doesn't dare to do so. He may be a mafia boss, feared by many but his weakness was his family, Zhan, and their son, Xicheng. Fate took everyone away from him. First his parents, then his aunt.




The thought of losing Zhan brought shivers on his pain, surging pain in his heart. He cannot lose Zhan. He was willing to listen to his side, his explanation.

His tears fell. The only capable that can make him cry like this was Zhan. The only one that can make him vulnerable was him.

He let go of his frustrations, pain, and despair. He's livid, mad, and hurt. He tightens his grip on Zhan's hand. Slowly, he lifted it and bestowed a kiss on it.

"Zhan baby"

He called his name, attempting to wake him up but there was no avail. Zhan's eyes remained shut.

He was trying to speak properly, but his confidence staggered, his voice broke. "D-don't you dare l-leave m-me b-baby"

He wasn't aware of his surroundings. He broke down. He cursed loudly, kissing Zhan's hand multiple times, pleading for him to wake up, to open his eyes. But Zhan's mind, willingness, and ears were deaf, refusing to hear his, please.

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