Eternal Love: The Billionaire's Relentless Pursuit-Chapter 210 - 203: I’ve Had a Hard Time Too
This is a lengthy dream, a dream in which Bai Yiran returned to that heart-wrenching, worse-than-death day. The man’s foot forcefully kicked her body, the hardest kick landed on the side of her belly. At that time, her belly had just begun to swell, and every day before that she was filled with hope. But at that moment, at the moment that foot landed on her belly, she knew her hope was gone. She looked at Yin Hao’s lifeless body, at those black leather shoes walking towards her, feeling the cold handgun, everything felt so real, so real that Bai Yiran couldn’t stop trembling.
Leng Yichen gazed deeply at Bai Yiran lying in bed, her eyes darting rapidly, her lips slightly trembling. He reached out to stroke her forehead, "Girl, wake up."
Bai Yiran’s lips slightly parted, yet she couldn’t wake up, as if trapped in the dream.
She repeatedly told herself, this is a dream, it’s all in the past, it’s not real. Just like she had told herself every night for more than a year.
This dream is her nightmare, occasionally haunting her, preventing her from sleeping well.
Leng Yichen was right, Bai Yiran indeed spent more than a year healing, but the fact was, her healing was not successful.
When she opened her eyes, Bai Yiran was gasping for breath, her clothes soaked with cold sweat. Each time she awoke like this, her whole body felt weak, the dream having drained much of her energy.
After stabilizing her breath, Bai Yiran realized she was not in her rented single room, but in Leng Yichen’s villa.
She couldn’t remember how she got here, her last memory was at the dining table, Leng Yichen looking at her with an amused expression as she drank the glass of white wine.
Glancing around, everything was clean and devoid of any human touch, the room hadn’t changed a bit since she was last there, suggesting Leng Yichen rarely came back.
He was not around. Bai Yiran sat up, her head still dizzy, her legs weak as if stepping on cotton.
Walking out of the bedroom, the corridor light was dim. Bai Yiran slowly adapted but didn’t dare turn on the light, worried that the brightness would draw Leng Yichen.
As she passed the study, the door was open, the light off. Only the glow from the computer monitor flickered. She intended to leave, but her footsteps were caught by a photo frame on the desk.
The frame held a picture of her, along with an ultrasound photo of a fetus tucked on the outside. Bai Yiran knew this photo all too well—it was the picture of their lost child. She had once frantically searched for it, thinking she had lost it, not expecting it to be with Leng Yichen.
"Eat something." A voice sounded.
Bai Yiran turned her head, Leng Yichen stood at the door in simple loungewear, holding a tray. On the tray was a steaming bowl of pumpkin porridge.
"How is this photo with you?" This photo was something she always carried with her.
Leng Yichen seemed unwilling to revisit that memory, placing the tray on the table, "Found it at Xiao Zhou’s house."
On that day, there was an explosion, Bai Yiran lost consciousness, perhaps the photo fell at that time.
Leng Yichen picked up the photo frame, "A year ago, you lost the child, and I lost both of you! Bai Yiran, the past year has been no easier for me than for you. You left without a word, did you ever think of me?"
