He said he was Lin Yebai, that he was not Xia Zhichu.
Hu Xiaoyan sat there, clutching her belly tightly with both hands. Her tear-drenched face lifted to look at him, and at last her sobs slowly quieted down.
Lin Yebai. Right, he was Lin Yebai, he was not Xia Zhichu.
She finally slowly relaxed, then stopped resisting. She let him lift her out of the rocking chair, and then carry her out of the convenience store.
An eight-months-pregnant woman, and with twins—she actually weighed quite a bit.
But at this moment, Lin Yebai seemed to have forgotten her weight. Now that he had lost and then found her again, no matter how heavy she was, he no longer felt it.
He only knew that this was his whole world, and this embrace was his entire future life.
He carried her out from inside, and without delaying any longer, left together with this Japanese friend behind them, taking her straight back to Tokyo.
