Section 2

"The mobile phone," Gu Nian suddenly remembered, "the mobile phone is in the studio." Just as she was about to run, Song Huaicheng grabbed her hand, "What’s the rush! Drink some water, I will go get it."

Song Huaicheng did not respond to her, but covered her with a quilt, saying, "Go to sleep early"

The child received a cotton candy, with a face full of happiness. "Thank you, sister"

Song Huaicheng went to the studio to help her retrieve her phone, "the phone."

Lost and dejected, she took a shower and returned to her bedroom. Song Huaicheng was sitting on the bed, with a book placed beside him. The bedside lamp emitted a warm yellow glow, casting light upon him, infused with a hint of scholarly atmosphere, as the light shimmered.

Gu Nian just woke up, and as she looked at the chandelier in the bedroom, she murmured, "So it was just a dream"

She still had one that she had left over, and she smiled at Song Huaicheng, saying, "Song Huaicheng, do you want to eat it?"

Gu Nian chuckled softly, truly a clever person. "Do today's children all have such discernment? Not cute at all. In the future, I cannot allow my child to be like this." She glanced at his expression and saw that he remained calm and unperturbed. She silently turned her gaze away.

When they came out again, Song Huaicheng was no longer in the living room

That night, Gu Nian was in a daze and unexpectedly dreamed of a boy. In the dream, she held that soft bundle in her arms, unable to part with it. However, the child ended up urinating on her, and the wet sensation was exceptionally vivid, as if it were real.

She sat in front of the easel, with the prepared paints beside her. She picked up the brush several times, yet could not find the feeling to begin. If her heart was not at peace, there was simply no sensation to be found

After dinner, Gu Nian stayed alone in the studio. The wedding house that Song Huaicheng bought is quite large, with many rooms, and later he left one for her to use as a painting studio. Gu Nian graduated from the Fine Arts Department of D University and is currently working at a gallery opened by a friend, and her job can be considered satisfactory

She reached out to touch her lower abdomen, could it be a pregnancy dream? Did she conceive last night? The thought made her hurry to find her phone, but after a long time, she still couldn't find it

"How do you say it?" Song Huaicheng inquired

"Let's eat," she said

"Tossing and turning, is it not enough to keep one awake?" Song Huaicheng said, then kissed the corner of her lips

Song Huaicheng paused his actions, looking at her thoughtfully

After a while, she heard his even breathing. Gu Nian felt unusually restless. She thought about how much more comfortable she had slept alone just a few days ago when he was not there, tossing and turning.

Forget it

The excitement of getting up has long since dissipated, "Just put it on the table," her voice trembled slightly.

Upon arriving home, she hurried to the studio and put away all the medical records

In the darkness, her sense of hearing was exceptionally sharp, and she could faintly perceive the changes in his breath.

When? I will accompany you.

Did you go to the hospital today?" Song Huaicheng squinted his eyes slightly

Song Huaicheng shook his head gently and smiled, "You seem to be in a good mood today, let's go home." Seeing her eyes filled with laughter, he casually picked up the cotton candy and threw it into the trash can along the way

Song Huaicheng turned a few pages of the book, the pages rustling softly. After a while, he closed the book and turned off the light

After toiling until after 10 o'clock, nothing was produced.

Gu Nian gathered her bag, her movements somewhat hurried, "I am going to the dentist"

Song Huaicheng entered with a cup of water and saw her crouching down barefoot on the ground, "What are you looking for?"

Here, each person gets one

She now understands why those women in the television drama, despite knowing it is poison that will tear through their intestines, still choose to drink it

Gu Nian felt completely unmotivated, "No need, you are so busy."

Song Huaicheng noticed that she was silent and asked, "Do you have any plans this Friday evening? It is Xu Xing's birthday."

Song Huaicheng chuckled softly, yet his body gradually leaned closer to her, his hands moving with unmistakable intent

Song Huaicheng said nothing, lowering his head to continue his meal

Gu Nian shrugged nonchalantly, "My wisdom tooth has grown crooked. The doctor said that enduring prolonged pain is worse than short pain and suggested that I have it extracted." Everyone understands the principle that short pain is better than long pain, but actually going through with it still requires a certain amount of courage

Song Huaicheng could no longer hold back, and he raised his hands and feet, asking, "Aren't you tired?"

What happened? Gu Nian asked in confusion

Gu Nian took the water, clear and warm, holding the small cup with both hands, yet it felt as heavy as a thousand pounds of iron. So this is how it is. "I am not thirsty," she said hoarsely, her gaze meeting his without avoidance

Upon entering the kitchen, Gu Nian saw that Aunt Qin had prepared spicy chicken, yam with black fungus, and pickled radish for dinner. Gu Nian served two bowls of rice, and Song Huaicheng had already changed his clothes

Song Huaicheng glanced over the bag, which was unzipped and wide open, filled with a haphazard assortment of items. He had no idea how many times he had mentioned this to her, yet she still could not change her ways. Song Huaicheng shook his head, his gaze sweeping over the medical record book on top.

Overwhelmed with fatigue, on the verge of dozing off, she felt him gently wiping her body with a warm towel, his movements tender. She blinked her eyes but could see nothing clearly. "Song Huaicheng, I want a child"

Hot! She pressed her elbow against his chest, feeling quite restless, and said, "You move aside."

Gu Nian wanted to ask, why won't you let me have children? But this question remained stuck in her throat, unable to be uttered a single word

Gu Nian bit her lip tightly, "Alright." Her heart felt like dead ashes

But can one sleep soundly

Song Huaicheng raised his hand to tidy her disheveled hair, "Be good. I will go get my phone." His gesture of twisting her hair was exceedingly gentle

At the dining table, Gu Nian was not as chatty as usual, chewing her food with a taste reminiscent of wax.

Gu Nian thought for a moment, on Friday evening, she had made plans with Xu Xu to finish the painting from last time. "I have something to do. Never mind, I will let Xu Xu know."

Gu Nian lifted the quilt and lay down, causing the bed to sink slightly.