Mrs. Zimei cried heartbrokenly, her tears wet Nansen's chest and burned his heart.
He patted the woman's back and comforted her softly: "It's okay, it's okay, don't worry, I will always be with you."
At such a sad moment, let alone comforting others, even Nansen himself felt sad.
How to make people not sad?
Many years ago today, it was the day when their two little daughters were born, but for some unknown reason, their lovely daughter died right after she was born. He didn't even have time to take a look at it.
Such an innocent death.
God is really cruel sometimes. Before his little eyes had time to open his eyes to see the world, before his little nose could take a few more breaths of the air of this world, and before his little mouth could even open his mouth to call mom and dad, he left just like that.
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"You may not know that I once hated you so much and wanted to take revenge on you, but now I know that I need you so much and I just want you to be by my side."
Mrs. Zimei said quietly.
Although she had wiped away her tears, her voice was still obviously choked.
She is forty years old this year. For her age, she has been very successful in terms of her appearance, temperament and career. She is the envy of all women and the admiration of all young girls.
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However, superficial success does not mean that she is truly happy.
She is already in her forties. Technically speaking, she is middle-aged and is about to enter the ranks of the elderly. But look what she has?
She has no home, no husband, no daughter, and lives alone in a large empty villa. Even if she has a billion dollars, it can't be worth a hug from her family in a lonely night.
But no, she had nothing.
"I'm sorry, it's my fault I've made you feel wronged for so many years."
Nansen said with self-blame and shame.
He loves Mrs. Zimei very much. He has been deeply in love with this woman for so many years, but it is precisely because of his love that he has delayed the woman for so long, causing her to be almost alone for most of her life.
"Originally I thought it was your fault, but now that I think about it, I brought it on myself and I can't blame you."
When Mrs. Zimei said this, she had a wry smile on her face, as if she was laughing at herself for what she deserved.
Falling in love with someone you shouldn't fall in love with, knowing that there is no ending between the two of you, but still having to fly into the flames, is what you deserve.
"Okay, it's getting late, we should set off."
Mrs. Zimei took a long breath and gave Nansen a comforting smile.
Looking back on just now, she was really a little too petty.
Being as sentimental as a girl is definitely not like her usual personality!
But we can't blame her for being too pretentious, because it's normal for a mother to be fragile on such a special day.
"Let's go!"
Nansen also breathed a sigh of relief. He liked her independence and confidence better than the sentimental, fragile and helpless Zimei.
Today is a very special, important day for both of them, and it is also a very sad day.
In fact, both of them need comfort and strength. It would be really cruel to face it alone.
The place where Nansen and Mrs. Zimei are about to go is the place where their youngest daughter was born and died more than 20 years ago.
The accompanying assistant was still checking over and over again before leaving to see if everything to be prepared was complete.
"Madam, are you sure you want to bring all three dresses or just one of them?"
The assistant held a total of three identical gift boxes in his hand. The boxes contained beautiful dresses, but the styles were all the same.
This puzzled the assistant and he didn't understand why Mrs. Zimei would do this.
Mrs. Zimei nodded and said, "You have to take all three of them with you, and you have to take all the flowers I told you with you. Do you understand?"
Mrs. Zimei is born with a strong feeling, which will inexplicably cause strong impact and oppression to other women.
"Yes Yes."
The assistant pushed up the black-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose in a panic, while urging other drivers who were transporting things to quickly load the prepared things into the car.
If you look at it at a glance, it's really a bit exaggerated.
There is a truck full of things, including clothes, shoes, food, cosmetics, etc., and each item is of great value. At this moment, it is all being moved into the truck by the movers and stacked together. It looks really spectacular.
"There can be no mistakes. I remember everything I need. If one thing is missing, you won't have to go to work, you know?"
Mrs. Zimei looked at the assistant coldly, looked around the scene, and said seriously.
These are all gifts she gave to her daughter. Even though there are hundreds of them, each one is carefully selected by her and has a special meaning. She knows it well.
After arranging everything, Mrs. Zimei and Nansen got on the car to "Saint Grace Hospital" together.
Compared to Mrs. Zimei, Nansen, who came and went empty-handed, seemed much more "poor", but you can't blame him, because he didn't have time to prepare at all.
Nansen took Mrs. Zimei's hand and asked, "There is one thing I don't understand."
"What?"
"Why did you give our daughter three identical dresses?"
Nansen was simply curious and didn't know what the meaning was.
"Because I didn't know what size clothes she wore, so I bought all the available sizes, from large to small. No matter what, there must be a set that fits her well!"
Her lovely daughter, her poor daughter, when she saw her, she was only half as long as her arm.
For so many years, every time on the anniversary of her daughter's death, she imagined that she would grow up a little bit more, and then grow up a little bit more, until she grew into a beautiful girl like a flower.
But in fact, everything is her imagination. Her daughter is dead. Her life and body will always stay in that infancy and will never grow up. Everything is her crazy imagination!!
What should she do? When she thought of this, she couldn't help but feel sore in her nose and wanted to cry.
"Have you ever thought about what our daughter would look like now if she were still alive?"
Mrs. Zimei asked Nansen beside her with a choked voice.
Nansen didn't say anything, he just put his thick palm on the back of the woman's slender hand.
He said: "Be strong. Although our daughter is no longer here, her soul should be able to sense us. She knows that we all love her."
Nansen never dared to think too much about his daughter.
He always felt that he was the executioner, and his daughter actually died because of his irresponsibility!
"Strong? Huh, how to be strong?!"
Mrs. Zimei said sadly: "You have a son, a wife, and you are the king of a whole country... But what about me? I have nothing, how can you expect me to be strong?!"
It is impossible to say that Nansen is not blamed at all.
But while blaming him, she also loved him more and relied on him more and more day by day.
"Oh, I'm sorry for you!"
He kissed Mrs. Zimei's forehead distressedly and said, "I will always love you and be with you. I will be your husband. If you feel really insecure, why don't we have a child?"
Although at this age, having a child was simply a dream for them, but for the sake of Mrs. Zimei, Nansen still wanted to give it a try.
"I don't want it. I just want my daughter. I don't want anyone except her!!"
"But......."
"You are not me, you will never understand the pain I feel as a mother."
Mrs. Zimei turned her head towards the car window, not wanting to have too many arguments with Nansen.
Maybe men and women are inherently different, and women are not as rational and ruthless as men.
Maybe in Nansen's eyes, if he loses a daughter, he can still have another daughter, but in the eyes of Mrs. Zimei, her daughter is unique and no one can replace her!
The car finally stopped at the entrance of its destination, "Saint Grace Hospital".
Their arrival has long been a surprise to everyone in the hospital, from the director to the nurses.
From the year when their little daughter died in infancy, to now, for more than twenty years, they have come to pay homage to their little daughter who died in infancy on this day every year, no matter it is windy, rainy, lightning or thunder, they have never stopped.
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Mrs. Zimei stubbornly wanted to choose the place to commemorate her daughter in the hospital because she was worried that her daughter would be lost because she was too young. She believed that her daughter’s soul was still surrounding the hospital, so in order to be closer to her daughter, she chose to commemorate her here.
Her dead daughter.
A truckload of gifts, all intended for her poor little daughter.
"Come, let's pray for our daughter together. I hope she will have no sorrow in the kingdom of heaven."
Nansen said.
Mrs. Zimei nodded. The place they chose to worship was the main entrance hall of the hospital, where there were many people coming and going.
But Mrs. Zimei didn't care about the eyes of others at all. No matter whether others regarded them as madmen or insane, all she wanted to do was to pay homage to their dead daughter and let her live happily in the kingdom of heaven, without worrying about food and clothing.
The world, be a little princess.
"This is a dress, this is a new mobile phone, this is a pearl necklace, this is a diamond ring, this is my favorite novel..."
Mrs. Zimei knelt in the middle of the empty open square of the hospital. She raised her head and looked at the stars in the sky, burning the things she bought one by one for her poor child.
She couldn't guess what her daughter liked, so she bought all the gifts in different styles and sizes. She pitied the hearts of parents in the world. Even the most hard-hearted person would be moved by such a scene.
"well......"
A long sigh came from behind a glass window on the seventh floor of the hospital. A male doctor in a white coat looked at the heartbroken Mrs. Zimei in the square from a distance.
He had seen this familiar scene for almost twenty years.
He was hesitating and anxious in his heart. He didn't know whether he should tell this poor mother the truth or not.