Fortunately, Jiang Jingyu was there, and he didn't care about anything.
As long as it didn't endanger her life, he didn't care if she had 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 for me? Miss Tong, why don't you quickly get the marriage certificate with me? Then we can have a proper wedding night and experience what it's like to be parents."
In such a situation, he was still so determined to marry her. Tong An'an was so touched that she didn't know how else to express herself besides crying.
That night, Jiang Jingyu stayed in her room.
Although they didn't do anything, lying in his arms, being held by him, she felt much calmer.
Jiang Jingyu coaxed her for a long time, got tired himself, and fell asleep first.
Looking at his handsome face, thinking about everything he possessed, Tong An'an asked heaven again.
Had she burned high incense in her previous life, or saved Jiang Jingyu's life, that he was repaying her like this in this life?
Otherwise, she really couldn't understand what was so good about her that Jiang Jingyu was so devoted to her.
Jiang Jingyu did not hide Tong An'an's condition from his family. Instead, after revealing it, he received everyone's understanding.
It was precisely in such moments that they needed to show unwavering support for her. They would help contact good doctors and good hospitals.
Stabilize Tong An'an's emotions, go ahead with the engagement, and meet the parents. Optimism was the best way to fight illness. Perhaps with optimism, she would naturally conceive.
Encouraged by her 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.
Since Jiang Jingyu didn't give up, Tong An'an naturally had no reason to give up. She agreed with tears in her eyes.
The two snuggled on the sofa watching TV, choosing a popcorn comedy. They laughed heartily for a while. Jiang Jingyu urged her to sleep.
"Go take a shower. It's time for bed, lazy pig."
Tong An'an acted spoiled, "You go first. I'm really a bit lazy."
"How about I help you wash?"
Tong An'an felt too embarrassed.
Jiang Jingyu was just joking.
She didn't understand anything, and he cherished this innocence, wanting to preserve the beauty until their wedding.
He took out his phone and wallet, threw them on the coffee table, and went into the bathroom.
Tong An'an was lost in thought on the sofa. As she spaced out, her gaze was drawn to his wallet.
Nowadays, not many people use wallets. Doesn't carrying such a bulky thing in their pocket feel tiring?
Tong An'an grabbed the wallet and casually opened it, wanting to count how many cards he had.
As she counted, she found a small ID photo in a crevice.
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, while the person in the photo had short hair.
Could it be that he had a perverse hobby and secretly Photoshopped his own photos?
Jiang Jingyu's phone was never locked, and he always left it around her. Tong An'an already knew his phone password, which was the same as the door lock.
Thinking he had a perverse hobby of editing photos, she wanted to see what was in his album.
She picked up the phone and successfully unlocked it. There wasn't much in the album.
Then where did this photo come from? Could it be that he deleted it after editing it?
Subconsciously, she clicked on his WeChat again, wanting to see how many likes he got after posting his moments last time.
As a result, when she opened his moments, she discovered that Jiang Jingyu didn't not post moments; rather, he had previously made them private.
He had been using this WeChat account for many years, and the earliest moments dated back eight years ago.
He was still studying, a straightforward and chuunibyo youth, posting only silly captions.
Scrolling further up, there were fewer and fewer posts, and then she discovered something unbelievable.
It turned out that the photo was not photoshopped by Jiang Jingyu. There really 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 have been taken at sea. Both of them were wet and looked disheveled, but they were smiling happily.
She had never seen Jiang Jingyu look so innocent and pure, giving a peace sign to the camera, with his head next to hers.
They looked so well-matched.
It was from that day on that his moments stopped updating, until the day he had dinner with Tong An'an.
Tong An'an's hands went 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 if they were filled with lead, and she couldn't move an inch.
Some very cliché plot points, only seen in TV shows and novels, like the "stand-in" trope, immediately flooded her mind.
She couldn't believe that something so bizarre and unbelievable could happen to her one day.
However, from their first meeting until now, it had only been two and a half months. Jiang Jingyu had been so certain about marrying her, having children, and spending his life with her.
She had never understood where his certainty came from. It was only at this moment that she suddenly realized.
It wasn't that she was too charming. It was that Jiang Jingyu's past was charming.
There was once a woman who looked almost exactly like her who appeared in his life, but for some reason, they couldn't stay together, leaving him with regret.
As a result, when he saw Tong An'an, he subconsciously projected that woman onto her.
Oh my god, discovering that she was just a stand-in, just an ordinary, ordinary fool who was mistakenly loved by chance, 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 setting aside the halo brought by this similar face, she was the useless Tong An'an that everyone talked about, 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 had no reason to cry.
Laugh? Be proud of having such a face? She couldn't feel proud either.
She silently put the wallet and phone back, closed her eyes, and felt everything around her spin and change.
There were always relationship bloggers online telling everyone that a man's love could be faked.
It was only at this moment that Tong An'an finally understood this sentence.
Jiang Jingyu came out of the bathroom, drying his hair and wearing a bathrobe. Seeing her lying with her eyes closed, he thought she had fallen asleep.
He came over, pinched her face, and was about 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, stared at his familiar yet strange face for a few seconds, then shook her head.
"No, I'm tired. I'm going to sleep. Can you go home tonight?"