I looked at the infusion tube, and my heart was very calm.

It turned out that saying these five words wasn't difficult. Instead, after saying them, I felt very relaxed.

Gu Juan didn't speak, and I only heard his heavy breathing.

After a while, he finally woke up and murmured, "Did you abort the child?"

"Hmm."

For this child, I had suffered too much before.

Now that it was aborted, it would be difficult for him to believe, but not hard to understand.

"Are you doing this to get back at me?"

His voice trembled, choked with emotions.

I admit that at this moment, I felt great satisfaction in my heart.

Why was it always me who suffered?

But soon, I found the original intention of aborting this child.

I had planned to have him with a purpose in mind. I wanted to keep Gu Juan, I wanted him to turn back.

At this moment, I felt a sense of pleasure again because of his departure and Gu Juan's sadness.

Perhaps I was the most selfish mother in the world?

"Qiao Wan, I will let Zhao Qiqi and the child leave the country. They won't disturb your life. I promise you won't see them again."

I couldn't see his expression when he said this, but I think it must have been filled with exhaustion and compromise.

"This is your business, no need to tell me. As for the divorce...wait for me..."

Before I could finish my sentence, Gu Juan appeared at the door of the ward.

His coat was soaked, and only then did I realize that it had been raining heavily outside.

"Wan Wan..."

He called me urgently.

My nose tingled, and tears fell directly.

It had been a long time since he called me like that.

"Why are you so silly? I was just angry last night. Did you really abort our child?"

He came over and hugged me, being careful not to hurt me.

"Is there anything uncomfortable?"

He called a doctor again and asked about my physical condition in detail.

He didn't care about the divorce I mentioned at all.

"Later, I'll go to the university and buy your favorite pastries. Is that okay?"

Fine lines appeared at the corners of his eyes, and his eyes were no longer as clear and bright as before. He wore gold-rimmed glasses that added a sense of mystery.

He was different from the youth I once knew.

"Gu Juan, let's get a divorce."

He froze while taking off his coat and turned to look at me. "Are you serious?"

I nodded.

He clenched his hand holding the coat, stared at me, and after a moment, he slammed the coat hard against the wall.

"Why? I've already said that I won't let Zhao Qiqi and her child appear before your eyes again. What else do you want?"

I shook my head. "I don't want anything. I just want a divorce and then live a good life."

He was furious. "Divorce and then live a good life. Have you watched too many TV dramas? Do you think you can live better than now if you leave me?"

If it were in the past, I would have thrown a pillow at his face.

But at this moment, I really wanted to ask him, "Do you think I've been living well all these years?"

His furrowed brows relaxed, and his lips opened, but no words came out.

My throat felt sore. "Gu Juan, you've driven me crazy. You've turned me into the person I hate the most. What else do you want from me? Do you want me to die?"

He suddenly raised his head, swayed, and held onto the table to stabilize himself.

"Let's get a divorce. If we continue like this, I'll really die."

He didn't answer me and staggered out of the ward.

After I was discharged from the hospital, I stayed at home.

My parents could see that something was wrong between Gu Juan and me.

"Did you anger Gu Juan?" my mother asked worriedly.

I shook my head. "It's not just a matter of anger. It's deeper than that."

My father sighed. "Marriage is like sailing a boat. It requires effort from both sides to keep it afloat. Have you tried talking to him? Communication is key."

I knew my parents were concerned, but they didn't understand the extent of the problem.

I had tried talking to Gu Juan countless times, but it seemed like we were speaking different languages. He was always distant, preoccupied with his work and his own struggles.

Days turned into weeks, and weeks turned into months. Gu Juan and I continued to live in the same house, but it felt like we were strangers passing by each other.

I focused on my work, burying myself in the busyness of the day to avoid thinking about the emptiness in my marriage.

One day, as I was sorting through some old papers, I came across a letter. It was a letter I had written to Gu Juan a long time ago, pouring out my feelings and frustrations.

Reading through the words I had written, tears welled up in my eyes.

It was a reminder of the love we once had, the dreams we shared, and the hope we held for our future.

I decided to give it one last try. I sat down and wrote another letter to Gu Juan, pouring out my heart once again.

I expressed my deep longing for the connection we had lost, my desire to rebuild our relationship, and my hope for a better future together.

Days passed, and there was no response from Gu Juan. I began to lose hope.

But then, one evening, as I was preparing dinner, I heard the front door open. I turned around and saw Gu Juan standing there, holding a bouquet of flowers.

His face was weary, but there was a glimmer of something in his eyes.

"Qiao Wan, I read your letter," he said softly.

I held my breath, waiting for him to continue.

"I've been so caught up in my own world, my own struggles, that I forgot about us. I forgot about the love we once had."

He walked towards me, his steps slow and uncertain.

"But your words reminded me of what's truly important. I don't want to lose you, Qiao Wan. I don't want to lose us."

Tears streamed down my face as I reached out to him.

"Gu Juan, I don't want to lose you either. Let's fight for our love, for our marriage."

He embraced me, and in that moment, it felt like the start of a new chapter in our lives.

We knew that rebuilding our relationship wouldn't be easy, that it would require time, effort, and a willingness to communicate and understand each other.

But we were determined to give it our all, to rediscover the love that had brought us together in the first place.

And so, with renewed hope and a shared commitment, we embarked on a journey of healing and rebuilding, knowing that love, when nurtured and cherished, has the power to overcome even the greatest challenges.