Fortunately, Jiang Jingyu was there, and she didn't care about anything else.
As long as her life wasn't in danger, he didn't care about having children.
"Don't overthink it, let's go back and rest. Doctors always like to exaggerate."
"Aren't there many medical miracles in this world? As long as we have confidence, I believe the situation isn't that complicated."
"Besides, don't you think this is heaven's way of hinting at something to you? Miss Tong, why don't you hurry up and get the marriage certificate? Then we can legitimately consummate our marriage and experience the joys of parenthood."
In such a situation, his unwavering commitment to marrying her left Tong An'an overwhelmed with emotion, knowing not how else to express herself but to cry.
That night, Jiang Jingyu stayed in her room.
Even though they did nothing, lying in his arms, being held by him, brought her much peace.
Jiang Jingyu coaxed her for a long time until he was exhausted and fell asleep first.
Looking at his handsome face, contemplating all that he possessed, Tong An'an asked heaven again.
Had she offered incense to the heavens in her past life, or saved Jiang Jingyu's life, for him to repay her so in this one?
Otherwise, she truly couldn't understand what she had that was so worthy of Jiang Jingyu's unwavering devotion.
Jiang Jingyu did not hide Tong An'an's condition from his family. Instead, after revealing it, he received unanimous understanding from everyone.
Especially at such a time, they needed to show unwavering support. They would help contact good doctors and good hospitals.
They would stabilize Tong An'an's emotions, proceed with the engagement, and meet her parents. Optimism was the best way to fight the illness. Perhaps with optimism, she might naturally conceive.
Encouraged by his family, Jiang Jingyu told Tong An'an that evening that he had decided to go back with her to meet her parents this weekend and wanted to marry her as soon as possible.
If Jiang Jingyu didn't give up, Tong An'an certainly had no reason to give up, and she agreed tearfully.
They nestled on the sofa watching television, choosing a lighthearted comedy. They laughed heartily. Jiang Jingyu urged her to sleep.
"Go take a shower. It's time for bed, lazy pig."
Tong An'an playfully resisted, "You go first. I am indeed a bit lazy."
"Shall I help you wash?"
Tong An'an felt too shy for that.
Jiang Jingyu was only joking.
She was so innocent, and he cherished this purity, wanting to preserve the beauty for when they were married.
He took out his phone and wallet, tossed them on the coffee table, and went into the bathroom.
Tong An'an remained on the sofa, lost in thought, her gaze eventually drawn to his wallet.
In this day and age, it was rare to see someone who still used a wallet. Didn't carrying such a bulky item in his pocket feel tiresome?
Tong An'an grabbed the wallet and casually opened it, wanting to count how many cards he had.
As she counted, she discovered a small identification photo tucked away in a slot.
To her surprise, the photo was of herself.
Jiang Jingyu actually had her ID photo.
No, upon closer inspection, the face in the photo was hers, but she had always had long hair, and the person in the picture had short hair.
Could it be that he had a mischievous hobby of secretly photoshopping his own pictures?
Jiang Jingyu never guarded his phone, often leaving it around her. Tong An'an already knew his phone password, which was the same as his house lock.
Thinking he had a penchant for photoshopping, she decided to browse his album to see what was inside.
She picked up the phone and unlocked it easily. There wasn't much in the album.
Then where did this photo come from? Did he delete it after photoshopping?
Subconsciously, she tapped on his WeChat, wanting to see how many likes his last moments received.
As it turned out, when she opened his WeChat Moments, she discovered that Jiang Jingyu didn't *not* post Moments; rather, he had previously set all his posts to private.
He had been using this WeChat account for many years, and the earliest Moments post could be traced back eight years.
He was still a student, a straightforward and somewhat dramatic youth, posting mostly silly content.
Scrolling further back, there was less and less, and then she stumbled upon something unbelievable.
It turned out that the photo was not photoshopped by Jiang Jingyu; there truly existed someone in the world who looked almost exactly like her.
That woman had appeared in Jiang Jingyu's life seven years ago.
The photo seemed to be taken at sea. Both of them were drenched and looked dishevelled, but they were smiling happily.
She had never seen Jiang Jingyu looking so innocent and pure, even making a peace sign at the camera with his head next to hers.
They looked so well-matched.
It was from that day onwards that his Moments updates ceased until he dined with Tong An'an.
Tong An'an's hands felt numb, and her head buzzed.
Looking at the photo, she wanted to know what was going on, wanted to question him, but her legs felt as heavy as if they were cast in lead, and she couldn't move an inch.
A wave of melodramatic plots, the kind only seen in television dramas and novels, immediately flooded her mind.
She couldn't believe that such a bizarre and unbelievable event could happen to her.
However, from their first meeting until now, it had only been two and a half months, and Jiang Jingyu had been consistently insistent on marrying her, having children, and spending his life with her.
She had never understood where this certainty came from until this moment, when she suddenly realized the truth.
It wasn't that she was so captivating. Instead, it was Jiang Jingyu's past that was captivating.
A woman who looked almost exactly like her had appeared in his life, but for some reason, they couldn't stay together, leaving him with regret.
Consequently, when he saw Tong An'an, he subconsciously projected that woman onto her.
Oh, discovering that she was merely a substitute, an ordinary person who was mistakenly loved due to a coincidence, Tong An'an's confidence, which she had maintained in front of her colleagues and his family, instantly collapsed.
Reality made it clear to her that, stripped of the halo brought by this similar face, she was just the useless Tong An'an they spoke of, worlds apart from Jiang Jingyu, completely unworthy of him.
This truth was too heartbreaking.
Tong An'an didn't know what to do for a moment.
Cry? Jiang Jingyu had never mistreated her, so she couldn't find a reason to cry.
Laugh? Be proud of having such a face? She couldn't muster any pride.
She silently put the wallet and phone back, closed her eyes, feeling only a dizzying sensation, as if everything around her had changed.
Online, there were always relationship bloggers telling people that a man's love could be feigned.
It was only at this moment that Tong An'an finally understood this statement.
Jiang Jingyu emerged from the bathroom, drying his hair and wearing a bathrobe. Seeing her lying with her eyes closed, he assumed she had fallen asleep.
He came over, pinched her cheek, and intended to carry her into the room.
Tong An'an flinched away as if pricked by a needle, startling Jiang Jingyu.
"What's wrong? Did you have a nightmare? Did I scare you?"
Tong An'an got up and stared at his familiar yet unfamiliar face for a few seconds before shaking her head.
"No, I'm tired. I'm going to sleep. Can you go home tonight?"