If You Could Hear My Heart-Chapter 1695: Mutual Support Is Inferior to Forgetting Each Other in the Rivers and Lakes (1)

Chapter 1695: Chapter 1695: Mutual Support Is Inferior to Forgetting Each Other in the Rivers and Lakes (1)

Qin Chen let out a breath, beads of sweat appeared on his back; he was truly afraid Shen Di would refuse.

Fortunately, Shen Di was more understanding and obedient than he had imagined.

As they walked out of the hospital, Shen Di’s legs were weak, supported by Qin Chen, her steps barely making it to the car.

The sky was bright outside, yet to her, it seemed as gloomy as the rainy days of June.

Her mind was blank, filled with the voices of children and Wen Zhiyuan’s voice...

Her hand rested on her lower abdomen, eyes slowly closing.

Qin Chen glanced at her with pity, letting out a long sigh; fate truly wasn’t fair to this girl!

The car drove smoothly, and Shen Di eventually leaned against the window and fell asleep.

She was tired, very tired indeed.

Throughout the journey, she had a long dream, dreaming she gave birth to a little boy who looked a lot like Wen Zhiyuan, especially his good nature, very similar to Wen Zhiyuan.

But she wasn’t happy, she wanted a little girl.

Wen Zhiyuan held her shoulder, laughing, promising to have a daughter next year.

Just when they were happily together, a demon suddenly appeared and took the child away!

"Baby! Baby! Don’t take my baby!" Shen Di shouted, reaching out her hand!

"Adi, Adi!" Qin Chen hurriedly pulled over to the side, shaking Shen Di’s shoulder.

Shen Di awoke, sweat covering her forehead.

Her entire body seemed exhausted, face pale, lips drained of color.

"Adi, did you have a nightmare?" Qin Chen could tell without asking.

Shen Di didn’t speak; Qin Chen opened a thermos cup for her: "Have some hot water, don’t be afraid, I’m here."

"Thank you, Mr. Qin." Shen Di looked at him, her expression sincere.

"So formal?" Qin Chen sighed helplessly.

Shen Di smiled faintly, not speaking, clutching the thermos cup as she drank her water.

Qin Chen didn’t drive off again, instead he stopped by the roadside and talked with her for a while.

...

At the hospital, Wen Zhiyuan bid farewell to his teacher and colleagues individually; despite his reluctance, he chose to return home.

This relationship had ended, but life hadn’t; at least he willingly gave up a lot for Shen Di, hoping to see her walk into a blissful wedding ceremony.

He just worried that Qin Chen wouldn’t be able to take care of her well.

Shen Di wasn’t without temper, and when she was willful, no one could manage her. But Qin Chen always listened to Shen Di, afraid he couldn’t handle her.

Wen Zhiyuan wanted to stay in Australia, but there was no reason left for him here.

Thinking of Shen Di’s resoluteness brought him some chill; she didn’t even offer a chance for reconciliation.

With these thoughts, he couldn’t stay calm while driving.

This time, he didn’t plan to return directly; he intended to travel around first.

His mood was exceedingly upset; he feared he’d be even more miserable once back.

Luggage was packed; he left everything in Australia to a colleague, never intending to return.

There was almost nothing left to hold onto here, only taking away that painting.

Only, since he took it back from Shen Di’s studio, he never opened it again.

He thought, on the day of her wedding, he would burn the painting.

Loving someone once in this life was enough.

At least, they shared nearly five years of beautiful memories together.

The flight took off at Australia time, six thirty; Wen Zhiyuan arrived at the airport early.

He didn’t let anyone see him off, standing silently with his suitcase.

Amidst the bustling airport, before boarding the plane, he never received a call from Shen Di.

Closing his eyes, all he could see was the beauty when he first met her; if time could freeze, he wished it paused four years ago.

Back then, Shen Di was innocent, pure, kind, unlike her temper now.

Perhaps he treated her too well, but what could be done, he liked being good to her...

But now, he could only surrender her to someone else.

His fingers lingered on the phone, contemplating calling her...

Before boarding the plane, he dialed her number, but she had changed phones; her old number was now invalid.

Wen Zhiyuan’s lips curled in self-mockery; he was laughing at himself...

The plane took off in Melbourne’s night, heading towards Sumatra Island for a ferry transfer.

For four years, he had spent most of his time traveling between Melbourne and C City; it had been ages since he truly appreciated the scenery.

Yet, this trip felt utterly tasteless.

Emotional yet bothered by insensitivity.

Upon reaching Sumatra Island, Wen Zhiyuan checked his phone; as expected, no messages or calls.

Setting foot on the ferry, he went to the deck to feel the sea breeze.

Arriving in a foreign land, he decided to let go of all memories of Melbourne.

She no longer needed his care, and he, too, must have a new life.

Everything, as if it had never begun.

The wind on the ferry was strong, the weather stifling; just coming from Melbourne made Wen Zhiyuan slightly unaccustomed.

The deck was lively, with people moving, drinking beer, singing from time to time.

The night was alluring, time slow.

He drank several bottles of beer against the wind; this feeling hadn’t been in a long while, though the void in his heart couldn’t be filled...

Just then, several small boats approached suddenly from the front.

Soon, the captain’s voice came over the speaker: "Is there a doctor, urgently need a doctor!"

Wen Zhiyuan put down the beer bottle, furrowing his brow, heading towards the cabin.

Incidents of sudden illness were nothing new to him. As a doctor committed to saving lives, he was always willing to stand up first.

"I’m a doctor." Wen Zhiyuan went to the captain’s room and talked with the deputy captain.

There were several doctors on the ferry; the captain hurriedly took them to the suite.

The further they walked, the quieter it became.

Such high-class suites were generally not chosen by ordinary people.

"Where’s the doctor? Where’s the doctor?!" Suddenly, a door opened, a man with red eyes came over and grabbed the captain’s collar.

Wen Zhiyuan paused: "Shen Chi?"

During his time with Shen Di, he had video chatted with Shen Chi; he recognized him.

"Mr. Shen, please calm down; these are all doctors, I’ll have them check on Miss Xu now."

Shen Chi turned around, just seeing Wen Zhiyuan.

He frowned slightly: "Wen Zhiyuan?"

"Yes, it’s me, what’s going on?" Wen Zhiyuan remained relatively calm.

"Come with me! Bring the medical kit!" Shen Chi spoke while heading towards a suite.

Wen Zhiyuan followed him inside; it was rather dim, and the air was filled with the scent of blood.

"What happened?!" Wen Zhiyuan crouched anxiously when he saw the girl on the bed with bullet wounds, immediately starting rescue procedures.

"You save her first; everything else can be sorted out later!" Shen Chi’s face was cold, his tone icy, even carrying some despair.

"Yes, I’m a doctor, I will do my best to save her."

The girl on the bed seemed familiar to Wen Zhiyuan; if he remembered correctly, she was the adopted girl of the Shen Family, Xu Chaomu.