Jane Huan walked absently on the road. She didn't know how many times she was hit by oncoming people.

She rubbed the hurt shoulder and gave birth to the strength of breaking cans, as if she had never known the child.

But his flattering "little Jane" came back to her ears again. It felt sour and sweet.

Can she really be cruel and forget the child completely?

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Just stepped on the bus home, Jian Huan received a call from Yan's mother.

As soon as Jane Huan touched the door handle, she heard Yan's mother's choking voice in the ward: "depth of field, you're not well yet. You can't leave the hospital."

"Mr. Yan, your temperature hasn't dropped yet. You'd better stay in hospital for observation."

Gently push the door open, Jian Huan saw Yan Jingshen stretched a flushed face and pulled the infusion tube on his back regardless of the nurse's prevention.

"Huanhuan?" Jiang Yingmei turned his head and glanced at Jian Huan. His eyes were as red as those of the Savior.

Yan Jingshen also turned his head. When he saw the man standing at the door, he gave a pause in his hand.

Jane Huan didn't seem to see his action of picking up the infusion tube. She went in to get the porridge on the wake-up cabinet. "You have a stomach disease. You'd better eat something."

Instead of taking the bowl, he held her slender wrist and looked at her with dark eyes, "where have you been?"

"I have something to do just now. Have some porridge." Jane Huan said calmly.

This time, Yan Jingshen didn't leave the hospital any more. He drank porridge and lay down after taking medicine.

However, even if he closed his eyes, he firmly held her hand, frowning slightly, like an insecure child.

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When Yan Jingshen fell asleep, Jane huancai took back her hand and walked out of the ward to find that Jiang Yingmei was still outside.

"Huanhuan, how's the depth of field?"

"I fell asleep after taking the medicine," Jian Huan gave Jiang Yingmei a soothing smile, "it shouldn't be a big problem."

Jiang Yingmei's face didn't fade. He looked at the mud stains on Jane Huan's clothes and burst into tears again.

"Huanhuan, can't you really give depth of field a chance to reform?"

Jane Huan didn't start, but Jiang Yingmei held her hand tightly for fear that she wouldn't agree to run. "These days, I've been thinking that if I could properly restrict the depth of field, he wouldn't mess around so much. Now things won't come to this point."

"Mom, don't say that." Jane Huan gathered the hair at her temples. "It's none of your business."

"Huanhuan, mom knows that you have been a good child since childhood. Today, mom is shy and asks you," Jiang Yingmei bit his teeth, as if he had made a great determination to kneel down to Jane Huan regardless of his dignity and Inferiority: "can you not divorce Jingshen?"

Jane Huan helped Yan's mother in time, and her eyes were red: "Mom, what are you doing?"

"It's me who is a mother. I know he's sorry for you over the years, but I haven't done anything for you."

Jiang Yingmei burst into tears. "But since you told him to divorce, Jingshen knew he was wrong. He didn't go out to fool around with other women. He went home after work and stayed in your new house for one night. He didn't say, but I can see that he was very uncomfortable. He didn't want to leave you."

"Mom..." facing Yan's mother's request, Jian Huan also felt sad.

"Mom knows he broke your heart, but this time, it's for mom's face. If he goes out to find a woman in the future, mom will break the mother child relationship with him, and your grandmother also said that it was her fault before, and she wants you to move back."

Seeing that Jian Huan didn't speak, Jiang Yingmei continued: "when his father went to depth of field, I also wanted to go with him, but thinking about depth of field, I stubbornly survived. My mother's health is not good, and I can't bear any blow anymore. I just want to see you live with beauty."

Jane Huan's heart was like being gouged out of a piece of meat by an awl, which hurt faintly.

She blinked and said astringently, "I just went to see a woman. She said she had been with Jingshen for five years. She also advised me not to divorce Jingshen."

Yan's mother held Jian Huan's hand tightly, "it's all over, and the depth of field won't be unclear with them in the future."

"It's ironic, isn't it?" Jane Huan laughed at herself. "When Xiao San's profound righteousness is clear, it seems that I'm making trouble. Mom, you know? Now as long as I look at the depth of field, what I think is not the sweetness of our past, but the picture of him with those women."

"Over the years, I have always told myself not to recall, because every time I recall, my heart hurts once."

Jiang Yingyang wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes, "Huanhuan, you should have pity on me, an old woman."

I don't know when the door of the ward opened a crack.

Jane Huan broke away from Yan's mother's hand. As soon as she turned around, she saw Yan Jingshen standing by the door.

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