Strange in public! Trying to conceive in private! Pampered and kissed every night.

When love overflows, tears will flow from another source.

Tears flowed like a burst dam from Song Xinya's eyes.

She is not a person who likes to cry.

When she weighed 180 pounds, she was ridiculed, insulted, and verbally abused, but she never shed a single tear.

She had no mother's love, no father to rely on, and the burden of her younger brother's tuition and her grandmother's medical expenses on her shoulders. She worked tirelessly every day like a spinning top, never daring to rest. No matter how busy or tired she was, she never shed a tear.

She is independent, strong, and brave. Even when faced with great difficulties, she can immediately adjust her emotions and hold back her tears.

But at this moment, she broke down emotionally, tears streaming down her face, sobbing uncontrollably.

Her heart ached whenever she thought of Qin Yuhe's death, whenever she thought of Qin Yuhe being burned by flames.

She didn't want him to die!

She hasn't told him yet that she loves him!

She has never spoken aloud about her love for him!

He can't die!

She didn't want him to die!

Song Xinya got up from the ground and ran towards the wooden house engulfed in flames.

Qin Yuhe is still inside!

She's going to find Qin Yuhe!

Jane shouted, "Sister!"

Jin Ruizhi called out, "Mrs. Qin!"

The crowd nearby shouted, "You can't go!"

Despite the cacophony of voices, nothing could stop Song Xinya's advance.

Suddenly, a gentle and refined voice sounded from behind: "Mrs. Qin."

Song Xinya suddenly stopped in her tracks.

She turned around and saw Qin Yuhe's face.

After a brief moment of shock, she realized that he was not dead!

Hot tears streamed down her face.

She laughed while crying.

Qin Yuhe looked at her, his eyes gentle, his smile handsome and refined. He opened his arms to her and asked, "Mrs. Qin, won't you come and hug me?"

Yes!

I want a hug!

Song Xinya ran towards him, threw herself into his arms, and wrapped her arms tightly around his waist.

One drop, two drops, three drops—the scalding heat flowed from her eyes into his chest, soaking his white shirt.

Song Xinya could no longer hear anything around her—the cheers of the crowd, the crackling of flames, the explosions of wood.

The world was silenced, and she and Qin Yuhe were placed alone in a crystal-clear glass dome.

She nestled in her husband's arms, holding him tightly, her cheek pressed against his heart, listening intently and feeling his strong, powerful heartbeat.

He was her darling.

A treasure that was lost and then found again.

She had always possessed very little, and he was the most important one.

Song Xinya raised her head, looked at him with her red eyes, and choked back tears as she pleaded, "I was so scared just now. I thought I would never see you again, boohoo."

Qin Yuhe gently stroked her red and swollen eyes with his fingers, his soft fingertips stroking under her eye sockets as he tenderly wiped away her tears.

"The moment I rushed into the inferno, I knew I would return safely, because—"

He gazed tenderly into her eyes and said, "My fairy wife will bless me."

Song Xinya stopped crying and started laughing.

She knew he was trying to comfort her.

Although she calls herself a fairy every day, she knows perfectly well in her heart that she is not a fairy at all, and she can't possibly protect people.

He survived entirely on his own.

Song Xinya buried her face in Qin Yuhe's chest again, hugging him tightly with both arms.

Qin Yuhe's voice fell from above, sounding somewhat different, with a tremor at the end, carrying a restrained forbearance.

"Song Xinya, I promised to help you find your sister, and I did. Are you happy now?"

Happy.

How could a family reunion not be joyful?

Song Xinya looked up at him and replied, "Qin Yuhe, I'm very happy right now."

Qin Yuhe smiled, his lips pale and chapped, and said, "That's good."

He said gently to her, "Ya Ya, no matter what happens next, don't be afraid."

What will happen next?

Her sister was rescued, and he escaped from the fire. It's a happy ending for everyone. What will happen next?

Song Xinya looked up at him; his face was deathly pale. She reached out to touch his face.

Just as her fingertips were about to touch his face, her arms suddenly went empty, and Qin Yuhe's body crashed to the ground like a collapsing building, and he passed out.

His body traced a parabola in her pupils.

Her eyes were filled with terror.

The crowd rushed over in a panic and surrounded Qin Yuhe.

"President Qin is injured!"

"A wooden stick has been inserted into President Qin's waist and abdomen!"

"His hands! President Qin's palms are completely rotten!"

Everyone saw a wooden stick being inserted into Qin Yuhe's waist and abdomen from behind, and blood stained his white shirt red. The wooden stick remained stuck in his body.

The palms of both his hands were completely burned, the skin and flesh rolled up, charred and stuck together, revealing the red flesh and blood inside.

Only then did everyone realize how seriously Qin Yuhe was injured.

With such severe injuries, most people would have already passed out, but he still managed to walk to Song Xinya's side to comfort her and tell her not to be afraid.

.........

The helicopter hovered in the air, its rotors cutting through the air with a loud rumbling sound.

It carried the unconscious Qin Yuhe.

A dense buzzing sound filled the air as the helicopter sped toward the hospital.

At the hospital, Qin Yuhe was wheeled into the emergency room, lying on a narrow, portable hospital bed.

There were wooden sticks stuck in his back and waist, making it impossible for him to lie down.

Song Xinya sat on a chair in the corridor, staring anxiously at the emergency room, her face as pale as paper.

Time seemed to freeze, becoming exceptionally long, with each minute and second leaving one utterly exhausted.

Song Xinya's stomach began to spasm again, with sharp cramps spreading and exploding in her abdomen wave after wave.

She held her abdomen tightly with both hands and sat motionless at the entrance of the emergency room.

His abdomen was pierced by a wooden stick; he must have been in even more pain than she was.

The abdomen contains many important organs.

What if the stick pierces his organ?

At this time, the summer heat was intense and the temperature was scorching, making Song Xinya feel as if she had fallen into an ice cave.

When the emergency room door opened again, Qin Yuhe was wheeled out with tubes inserted into his body and his hands wrapped in gauze.

Song Xinya had never seen Qin Yuhe like this before—pale, weak, and fragile, like a thin, brittle glass bottle that would shatter at the slightest touch.

"Doctor, how is he?"

Doctor: "The stick has been removed surgically. Fortunately, no organs were damaged."

Song Xinya followed the mobile hospital bed into the ward.

She stayed by his bedside for two days and two nights.

Her hands remained clasped around his arm.

On the third day, Song Xinya was so tired that she fell asleep by the hospital bed.

Even in her sleep, she remained alert, and when the man's arm, which she was holding, moved slightly, she immediately opened her eyes.

She looked up abruptly and saw Qin Yuhe staring at her.

Song Xinya stood up, threw herself into his arms, hugged his shoulders, and buried her face in his neck.

"Waaaaah, honey, you're finally awake!"