Before My Withering [枯萎之前]

Chapter 6

[You know I don't want to leave, you know there's so much I can't help]

I didn't realize I had said a lot.

When Dr. Zhou refilled my tea for the second time, I realized that it was getting late.

"Sorry, doc..." I glanced up at the wall clock and felt my cheeks burn, "I've held you up for so long."

"It's okay." Dr. Zhou was still as calm as he was before.

He looked no different from two hours ago, and there wasn't a single crease on his clothes.

"It's good that you're willing to talk about it. There's no way to routinely medicate depression during pregnancy; you need to learn to guide yourself. "

"How did you know about my..."

I don't remember mentioning pregnancy.

Doctor Zhou gave a mysterious smile: "I'm a doctor."

When he said this, he no longer acted so steady and self-restrained; he seemed to be a lot closer to me all of a sudden.

I blurted out while my head was hot: "Can I still talk to you in the future..."

After asking, I felt very presumptuous. Unexpectedly, doctor Zhou readily agreed: "Of course."

He gave me a business card; a low-key metallic texture with only his name and contact information.

Zhou Chen.

I silently read his name, then I put the business card away properly and said goodbye to Dr. Zhou.

When I walked out of the hospital, I remembered that it's lunchtime. Should I invite Dr. Zhou to have dinner with me...? I troubled him all morning and I just left like that...

Next time, bah...

Qi Shu said that I wasn't suitable for dealing with complicated interpersonal relationships. It's better to be a pet obediently waiting for the owner to get off work at home.

He once tried to stop me from going to school, but later he let me go back because he thought it was too noisy for me to practice at home.

I also had an old instrument in Qi Shu's house. If Wen Yan comes back, I may have to ask someone to move it away sooner.

I don't hate Wen Yan at all, or even jealous of him. He's such a good person. If there's no Qi Shu, perhaps I might like him.

So I could understand Qi Shu's obsession with him.

He's the destined white moonlight.

But I'm bad. I took possession of his things and slept with his person.

I'm even... pregnant.

Qi Shu wasn't home when I got back.

I remembered that the instrument was in the storage room on the third floor, along with some of my miscellaneous stuff. Although I dare not treat this place as my home, I've accumulated a lot of things in the past four years.

When I cleaned up, I found the original contract in a file bag.

At that time, Qi Shu really regarded me as a duck with a marked price. He even asked his lawyer to draw up a very formal contract for maintenance, which was signed once a year and renewed on August 24 every year.

I considered it as a birthday present.

The card he gave me was also clipped to the contract. I didn't use it, as if to fool myself that it wasn't a money transaction, but rather a love agreement.