If You Could Hear My Heart

Chapter 306: The Child is Gone

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The dying sunlight cast its remnants across her face and the blanket as she lay still, unwilling to move again.

The white blanket and sheets were tinged with a golden hue, exuding extra warmth. Such colors always brought a comforting feeling.

The sun slowly sank in the west, quickly dipping below the horizon.

Mo Shuifu wasn’t a child anymore, lying on the bed for a long time, she had likely begun to understand why she was bleeding.

She never expected…

Even without any feelings left for that man, the thought brought tears to her eyes.

The tears soaked her pillowcase, just as a nurse walked in carrying a bottle of medicine.

“Miss, are you awake?” The nurse noticed Mo Shuifu’s tears.

Mo Shuifu wiped away her tears and opened her eyes: “Mhm.”

“Miss… you’re going to be fine. You were operated on by our department’s most famous surgeon today, so don’t worry, you’ll recover very well.”

“Thank you for saving me.”

“That’s what we’re here for; it’s what hospitals are for—saving people.”

“Then…” Mo Shuifu swallowed, still asking, “Then… my baby…”

The nurse wanted to comfort her but didn’t know what to say and could only nod truthfully: “Miss… your baby… is gone… But don’t be sad, you can still have another one, you’re still young. In fact, if you had arrived half an hour earlier, your baby could have been saved…”

Mo Shuifu had braced herself; she had lost so much blood, how could the baby have survived.

But perhaps due to a mother’s inherent nature, she still felt an emptiness inside.

It was as if a chunk of her flesh had been gouged out, a feeling incomprehensible to most.

“I’m fine.” Mo Shuifu faintly moved the corners of her lips.

Her gaze was unfocused as she quietly stared at the wall, no longer speaking.

The nurse changed her IV and wiped her hand with alcohol swabs. When she finished, she couldn’t help but ask, “Miss, where is your family? I haven’t seen them at all today.”

“Family… I have no family…” Mo Shuifu said woodenly, “Is it time to pay the medical bill?”

“No, no, that’s not it. I just noticed how alone you are. It’d be much better if your relatives came. Or should I call a friend of yours, to keep you company?”

“There’s no need, thank you,” Mo Shuifu shook her head.

“Don’t be sad, you’ll be physically fine after a few days of rest. It’s just… the doctor said your uterine wall is a bit thin, so in the future…”

“The chances of getting pregnant are smaller?” Mo Shuifu finished for her.

“You… you already know?” The nurse scratched her head, looking a bit embarrassed.

Mo Shuifu gave a weak smile, her face pale: “It’s okay, I don’t plan to have children anymore.”

She didn’t plan on having children, nor getting married. Just as Shen Shihan had said, she’d end up alone.

“Miss, children are so adorable, you should consider having one after all. A slim chance doesn’t mean no chance. If you take good care of yourself, it can still happen,” the naive young nurse said.

Mo Shuifu shook her head: “Actually, I don’t feel much about losing this child, because I really hate his father, really hate…”

As she spoke, Mo Shuifu caressed her stomach.

No feelings? Of course, that was a lie.

How could a mother have no affection for her own flesh and blood, especially when it was her first child.

In the past, when she was younger, she’d fantasized about the future.

Back then, all she wanted from love was for someone to be genuinely kind to her; not necessarily rich, but deeply devoted. Someone to warm her when she was cold; to humor her when she was upset.

Just a little pampering was all she asked for.

Then, they would live happily ever after, having a healthy baby.

A simple and ordinary life, everything would be fine.

That was all she had ever fantasized about for the future, but from the day she met Shen Shihan, her destiny shifted profoundly.

Everything changed, beyond recognition.

The nurse was at a loss for words after hearing Mo Shuifu’s statement.

A bit awkward, Mo Shuifu smiled at her: “Go on with your duties, I’ll call if I need anything.”

“Okay, good. Then I’ll leave for now, just call if you need me.”

The nurse left with a sweet smile. For a moment, Mo Shuifu was deluded, thinking the nurse’s smile resembled Xu Chaomu’s. Both were sweet, leaving a pleasant impression on anyone who saw them.

Xu Chaomu…

Just thinking of Xu Chaomu added layers to Mo Shuifu’s resentment towards Shen Shihan.

He wouldn’t even spare an eighteen-year-old girl; Shen Shihan was so cold-blooded, so heartless.

That’s why she never believed his words. She couldn’t believe that a man like Shen Shihan could have feelings for her.

Just as Zhou Peitian once said: “Mo Shuifu, don’t think that because Shihan shows you a little kindness, you have his support. I tell you, you’re just one of his many women, easily discarded when he’s tired of you. Don’t overestimate yourself.”

She always saw herself as insignificant, fully aware that she was just one among many for Shen Shihan.

With that thought, Mo Shuifu stroked her stomach again.

“Xiaobao… I’m sorry…”

She didn’t know she was pregnant. If she had known, she would never have run desperately; she would surely have preserved the child’s life.

Even if it meant being connected to Shen Shihan.

The hospital room was quiet; as the sun set and darkness stealthily arrived.

The bustle of the hospital waned, visitors intermittently checking on patients in the next bed, while her space remained desolately empty.

After three days in the hospital, the nurse told her she was well enough to be discharged.

Mo Shuifu silently packed her things, knowing this time she truly had to flee far from C City.

Shen Shihan and Shen Chi would both become relics of her past.

She intended to start over in another city, to live a new life.

After leaving the hospital, Mo Shuifu hailed a cab to the train station.

No sooner had she stepped onto the train bound for another city than Shen Shihan arrived at the hospital.

He burst into the room and grabbed the nurse by the collar: “Where is she? Where is she?”

The nurse thought he was a lunatic, but then she figured lunatics don’t look as neatly dressed. She quickly said, “Sir, I’m not sure who you’re asking about?”

“Mo Shuifu!”

“Oh, Miss Mo? She’s been discharged, she’s already left.”

“How long ago did she leave?”

“About two hours ago, I guess.”

All of a sudden, Shen Shihan felt as if the strength had drained from his body, letting go of the nurse’s collar.

“Sir, why did you come so late? She was here for three days and nights with not a single visitor.”