He is willing to use his life to protect his wife and children, so that they can live a peaceful and happy life.
After coaxing her son to sleep, Zheng Yuan couldn't help but hide in the bathroom, covering her face and crying silently. It felt like a piece of her heart had been ripped out, and her whole body was twitching in pain.
Watching her son have an attack, she was in more pain and anxiety than anyone else. She hated herself to death, and the feeling of powerlessness was driving her crazy.
In front of her children, she had to force a smile and try to maintain a normal appearance, but God knows how difficult it was. She was suffering every minute, like an ant on a frying pan, and the pain was heartbreaking.
I want to cry but dare not. I can only wait for the child to fall asleep and hide and cry. I don’t know when this torment will end.
The bathroom door was pushed open, a pair of big hands picked her up, and gentle kisses fell like raindrops, "Stop crying, he will be fine, my son is not that fragile."
Her eyes were red and swollen from crying, and her face was pale, but in his eyes, she was the most beautiful woman.
He finally understood the pain he endured for the sake of his beloved son, and felt even more distressed.
He finally understood how difficult it was for a single woman to raise a child. When the child was sick, she had to stay with her day and night, not daring to leave for a moment.
She has to pick up and drop off her children in the morning and evening when they go to school, and she also has to feed her son. The burden of life all falls on her thin shoulders.
But she never mentioned these things, nor complained in front of her children. She always looked smiling, cheerful and gentle.
Underneath the beautiful smile, there is unbearable pain. It is so hard for one person to carry it.
His heart ached and he felt uncomfortable. For the first time, he felt like an asshole.
Zheng Yuan fell into his arms, biting the clothes on her chest tightly with her teeth, and tears quickly wet her chest, "I hate it so much, why wasn't I the one who got sick? Why do you torture such a young child?"
He hugged her tightly, as if he wanted to pass on all his courage to her, and murmured comfort, "It will be fine. I promise."
Apart from these words, he didn't know what to say. He had many things to say, but when the words came to his lips, he found that they were so pale and weak.
Those words only make sense if the child is freed from the torture of the disease.
Zheng Yuan burst into tears, letting herself show her weak side for the first time, looking at him eagerly, as if he was the only salvation. "Really?"
His heart was so soft that he wanted to rub her into his body.
"real."
After receiving his strong assurance, her anxious heart finally relaxed a little. It felt good to have someone to rely on and someone to protect her.
At this moment, she was not alone, but with him.
"You don't know that when he was born, I had no milk, and he refused to drink milk powder, which made me anxious. Seeing him crying with hunger, my heart ached..."
She murmured to herself, expressing the unknown pain and uneasiness she had felt over the years, and finally found an outlet to vent her feelings.
She no longer has to worry about being alone, she doesn't have to support her alone, and she doesn't have to worry about everything changing when she closes her eyes.
Ouyang Yun's heartache was riddled with wounds. Little did he know that his wife and children had suffered so much.
"It's my fault. I should stay with you and watch him grow up little by little."
He was lucky to meet such a fragile yet strong woman in his life.
Zheng Yuan cried so hard that her whole body was weak. She tugged on his clothes tightly, like a lost child, her eyes wide open in fear, "He is my life. Without him, I wouldn't be able to live."