Live fortune telling: Sending a top star to prison right from the start.

Is there something hidden?

The woman anxiously repeated what she had just said, "What do you mean?"

Lu Rou: "He has a difficult-to-cure disease and doesn't want to be a burden on you, so he put on a show for you."

What a drag! He clearly has a regular sleep and diet!

The woman's eyes widened, her face filled with disbelief. "This is impossible!"

Lu Rou sighed, "He doesn't want to be a burden to you, and he doesn't want to see you suffer with him."

They agreed to face all difficulties together.

The woman's eyes reddened, tears welling up. "Where is he now? I need to find him."

Lu Rou made a few gestures on her phone and said, "I've sent you the address."

The woman clenched her fists, her eyes resolute. "He can't get rid of me. No matter what happens, I will stay by his side. I truly love him. I can accept his death, but I cannot accept his betrayal. Thank you for telling me the truth."

After saying that, the woman logged off.

Linglong rushed towards the hospital where Bian Cheng was, as if she had gone mad.

She found him in a hospital room; the man was lying on the bed, pale and emaciated.

It's only been five days, how come he...

"Go to hell with you! Why did you do this? Why didn't you tell me the truth?"

Linglong rushed to Biancheng's bedside, her vision blurred with tears.

Bian Cheng slowly opened his eyes, saw Linglong, and a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes, which then dimmed again.

He said to himself with a self-deprecating laugh, "What are you doing here? Are you here to see my retribution?"

Linglong covered his mouth with her hand, "You better speak properly!"

"Bian Cheng, let me tell you, you are the person I love most. No matter what happens, I will face it with you. You can't abandon me."

Bian Cheng's tears slid down his cheeks. "Linglong, I don't want you to see me like this, I don't want to be a burden to you, I don't want you to suffer with me."

“There’s no such thing as being a burden or not. We said we’d face all difficulties together, and you can’t break your promise.” Linglong held Biancheng’s hand tightly.

Bian Cheng tried to pull his hand away, but Linglong held it tightly. "Linglong, go. You have a bright future ahead of you. Forget me and start over."

"No, Bian Cheng, I love you. No matter what happens, I will never leave you."

From then on, Linglong came to the hospital every day to take care of Biancheng. She accompanied him through various examinations and treatments, and encouraged him to be strong.

With Linglong's support, Bian Cheng gradually gained confidence and actively cooperated with the treatment.

However, Bian Cheng's condition did not improve; instead, it worsened.

The doctor told Linglong that the chances of the surgery being successful were slim and advised her to prepare herself mentally.

Linglong refused to believe it. She searched everywhere for renowned doctors, determined not to give up as long as there was even a glimmer of hope.

Before entering the operating room, Bian Cheng said weakly, "Linglong, if there is an afterlife, I will definitely marry you and love you well."

"Don't talk nonsense. You'll get better. We'll go see the sea together, climb mountains together, and go through every spring, summer, autumn, and winter together," Linglong said, fighting back tears.

The red light during surgery remained on, like a cold, one-eyed eye, staring intently down the hospital corridor.

Linglong paced back and forth, each step seeming to tread on her own taut heartstrings.

Her hands kept intertwining and loosening, her palms already soaked with sweat, her eyes fixed on the tightly closed operating door, as if trying to see through it and see what was inside.

The air around me seemed to freeze, so quiet that I could hear my own chaotic heartbeat.

Every passing second felt like a deep mark being carved into Linglong's heart; she had never felt the torment of time so profoundly as she did at this moment.

After an unknown amount of time, the operating room door slowly swayed, and the doctor walked out looking exhausted, holding a critical condition notice in his hand.

At that moment, Linglong's world seemed to collapse instantly, her vision went dark, her legs went weak, and she almost collapsed to the ground.

Her lips trembled, but she couldn't utter a single word. Tears welled up uncontrollably, blurring her vision.

"We have done our best, but the patient's condition is critical. Serious complications occurred during the surgery. The family should be prepared."

The doctor's voice was low and heavy, like a heavy hammer hitting Linglong's heart.

Linglong clung tightly to the doctor's white coat, as if grasping at the last straw.

"Doctor, please, please save him! I can't live without him..." Her voice was hoarse, filled with desperate pleading.

The doctor sighed helplessly and turned to leave.

Linglong slid weakly to the ground, staring blankly ahead, her heart filled with endless fear and despair.

However, fate seems to have left room for maneuver.

Just when Linglong was almost in despair, the operating room door opened again.

A relieved smile appeared on the doctor's face: "The surgery was successful. The patient is temporarily out of danger, but will need to be observed in the intensive care unit for a period of time."

Linglong suddenly stood up and rushed towards the doctor, tears welling up in her eyes again, this time tears of joy.

"Thank you! Thank you all!" Her voice trembled with gratitude.

In the days that followed, Linglong stayed at the hospital day and night, taking meticulous care of Bian Cheng after the surgery.

She felt heartbroken seeing Bian Cheng covered in tubes.

Every day, she wiped his body, massaged his limbs, and whispered in his ear about their past moments, hoping that he would wake up soon.

Gradually, Bian Cheng's health began to improve. He woke up from his coma, and his various indicators gradually stabilized.

The moment he opened his eyes, he saw Linglong's haggard yet concerned face, and his eyes were filled with emotion and guilt.

“Linglong, I thought I would never see you again…” Bian Cheng’s voice was weak and hoarse.

Linglong held his hand tightly, sobbing uncontrollably: "Silly boy, I said I would always be by your side."

After a long recovery process, Bian Cheng finally regained his health.

They embraced and wept. After being discharged from the hospital, they kept their promise and went to see the sea together to feel the sea breeze.

Not long after, Bian Cheng proposed to Linglong on a sunny day.

He held a bouquet of flowers, knelt on one knee, his eyes filled with deep affection: "Linglong, after everything we've been through, I'm even more certain that you're the one I want to spend my life with. Will you marry me?"

With tears streaming down her face, Linglong nodded vigorously: "I do!"

Their married life was happy and sweet; they supported each other and worked together to build their warm little home.

A year after their marriage, Linglong became pregnant, and Bian Cheng took even better care of her and the baby in her womb.

Ten months later, their child was born.

Bian Cheng held his child, his eyes filled with the joy and happiness of becoming a father for the first time.

Looking at the scene before her, Linglong's face was filled with a happy smile, and her heart was full of anticipation for the future.

The future may hold storms, but as long as they love and support each other, nothing can stop their path to happiness.

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