The Floating Life is a Dream within a Dream, the Old Things Are in the Wind

I closed my eyes in despair.

Louis's panicked voice sounded at the right time, "Bianca! Don't sleep! I'll take you to the hospital now!"

When he was sent to the emergency room, he still begged the doctor hypocritically, "Please help me save the child. If my wife has another induced abortion, it will be difficult for her to get pregnant..."

It turned out that he knew this would be our last child. But he still chose to sacrifice his own flesh and blood for Sharon without hesitation.

The doctor was in a hurry to rescue the baby and pushed him away, "The baby can't be saved. If you delay any longer, your wife will die!"

After hearing the first half of the sentence, Louis's mouth corners slightly raised uncontrollably. But when he touched my pale face, he forced his mouth corners down, "Doctor, save my wife, she must be fine!"

When the door of the operating room was about to close, Sharon, who was also pushed into the emergency room, comforted him softly, "She is blessed with a good life, and nothing will happen to her."

"Yes! Bianca has a good fate, and has done so many good deeds, she will definitely be safe!"

He was afraid that he had some misunderstanding about good fate and doing good deeds! I was so disheartened that I couldn't bear the pain anymore and fainted completely.

I didn’t know how long it took before Louis woke me up with an anxious voice, "How is it? Did Sharon wake up after eating the placenta?"

"Good, good! It's good that Sharon woke up, brother, you must take good care of her!"

I stroked my flat belly gently, and felt the bitterness melt into my bones and blood, wandering through my limbs. I wanted to tell myself that all this was just a nightmare. But the winding stretch marks clearly reminded me that six lives had been bred here.

Louis hung up the phone and stayed by my bed. I couldn't stand his burning gaze and opened my eyes. Seeing me wake up, his bloodshot eyes were full of guilt.

"Bianca, I'm sorry, it's all my fault..." he said in a low voice.

"Don't worry, we will have children again, I swear to protect the next child well!" As soon as he opened his mouth, his voice was choked.

I raised my hand and slapped him with all my strength. I exclaimed, "Louis, how long are you going to act?"

Ignoring my struggle, he held me tightly in his arms, "Darling, you just had surgery, don't be angry!"

The familiar smell of pine resin mixed with the smell of disinfectant lingered at the tip of my nose, making me feel so sick that I wanted to vomit. But he reached out his hand to catch my vomit without caring.

The doctor and the nurse who came in for rounds shook their heads and sighed, "You two have such a deep relationship, why is it so difficult to have a child..."

Louis couldn't hold it anymore, turned his head and wiped his teary eyes. I suppressed my grief again.

Then as usual, I seriously asked the doctor how to regulate my body to prepare for the next pregnancy. It seemed that Louis would not give up on getting me pregnant until he couldn’t find a fortune-teller.

But the doctor shook his head and told him regretfully that I could never get pregnant again! He immediately covered his face and cried until his shoulders twitched. Maybe it was because we had six children, there were more red threads entangled between him and me.

Under direct sunlight, the threads were as red as blood. It was ridiculous that I actually thought that was the bond between us and the proof of our deep love. Now, I finally understand that they were lives after lives!

I interrupted Louis's acting with a sneer, "Let's get a divorce!"

I couldn't get pregnant, as long as I didn't reveal my identity as a fortune-teller, he should be happy to let me go free.