Chapter 128 The yellowed paper in the bag

Shiyang nodded slightly: "Well, much better."

His eyes moved to the girl's Hanfu on the bed, and then slowly moved to Fu Jingchuan.

Fu Jingchuan also glanced at the girl's Hanfu, and then looked at her, his dark eyes calm and deep.

"I just saw it while shopping and thought it was pretty good so I couldn't help but buy it." Shiyang said softly, "I originally bought a ticket to go back to Zurich tomorrow and wanted to bring some gifts to my friends."

Fu Jingchuan: "Which friend?"

"It's just a colleague." Shiyang said, "She likes Hanfu culture very much. She likes to wear Hanfu and dress up her children in Hanfu. I looked very good and couldn't help but buy it."

Fu Jingchuan looked at her without saying anything. The calmness and depth in his black eyes made Shiyang hold his breath for no reason. His hands under the quilt were slightly curled up due to nervousness, but his face was calm and soft, as usual.

Fu Jingchuan glanced at the girl's Hanfu on the bed: "It looks pretty."

Shiyang nodded: "Yes."

He looked at the girl's Hanfu with some regret and said, "It's a pity that it's stained."

"Just buy more." Fu Jingchuan said.

"Yeah." Shiyang responded softly and couldn't help but glance at the bag on the bedside table.

The bag was still where she left it when she first moved in, untouched.

Fu Jingchuan never had the habit of looking through her bag and mobile phone.

Neither did she.

In this regard, she and Fu Jingchuan have the same habits.

Fu Jingchuan noticed the direction of Shiyang's gaze and also glanced at the bag.

There was a small zippered pocket on the back of the bag facing them.

The pockets contain things that need to be accessed frequently such as bank cards, ID photos, and mobile phones.

In the afternoon, when Fu Jingchuan went through the hospitalization procedures for Shiyang, he took the ID card from that small pocket at her reminder and put the ID card back there.

Seeing Fu Jingchuan also looking at her bag, Shi Yang hesitated and pulled his lower lip: "I want to get my phone."

He stood up and reached for it.

Cell phone in back pocket.

When Fu Jingchuan was rushing to take her to the hospital in the ancient alley at noon, a passerby helped hand the phone back, and Fu Jingchuan stuffed it into his back pocket.

Although Shiyang was feeling groggy and uncomfortable at the time, he still had some vague impressions.

Before she could reach her bag, Fu Jingchuan went over and took it for her.

"Let me do it."

He said that as he spoke, he opened the outer pocket and exposed his mobile phone, along with two bank cards and a folded piece of yellowed paper.

Shiyang was startled when he saw the piece of paper.

That was the hospital summary she slipped in last night.

At that time, I wanted to tear it up and throw it away, but then I hesitated and stuffed it into my bag pocket.

Fu Jingchuan happened to turn around and saw the confusion on Shiyang's face. His eyes stopped on her face, and then slowly fell on the yellowed paper.

There are some creases on the paper, and traces of rubbing can be clearly seen.

Fu Jingchuan reached out to the yellowed paper with his long hand.

"Don't..." Shiyang stopped subconsciously, and then slowly fell silent when Fu Jingchuan looked back at her, looking at Fu Jingchuan with a somewhat complicated look.

Fu Jingchuan had already taken out the piece of paper, and could vaguely see the hospital icon and the words "Hospitalization Summary" in English. He did not open it immediately. He just looked at Shiyang and asked her calmly: "Can I take a look?"

Shiyang bit her lower lip slightly, looking at him with a hint of struggle and guilt in her eyes.

She didn't speak, and nodded her head almost imperceptibly.

Fu Jingchuan opened the hospital summary and glanced at it. When the words "termination of pregnancy" fell into his eyes, his eyes paused.

Shi Yang glanced at him hesitantly, biting his lower lip with his upper teeth unconsciously, tilting his head slightly, not daring to look at Fu Jingchuan again.

Fu Jingchuan glanced at the name and date in front of him with dark eyes.

The name was Shiyang's, and the date was also the day Lin Shanshan informed him that Shiyang didn't want children two years ago.

The paper is somewhat yellowed, and the printed ink also has faint traces of fading.

Fu Jingchuan pursed his lips slightly, and moved his eyes from the paper in his hand to the girl's Hanfu on the bed. He was stunned for a moment, and then moved away slightly.

He silently connected the little boy in hospital, and after a long moment of silence, he looked at Shiyang: "Last night, you added me on WeChat just because you wanted to send this to me, right?"

he asked, his voice calm.