Thirty-five-year-old Zhou Ting was misdiagnosed with "late-stage cervical cancer" after being betrayed by her boyfriend.
Frustrated, she fled to Lijiang and met 28-year-old Han Junxi.
His gentle words of "sister" and his warm support all night became her life-saving straw.
However, after dawn, he left without saying goodbye.
Zhou Ting returned to Beijing, but encountered a joke of fate: first she was told that she had been misdiagnosed, and then she found out that she was pregnant with his child.
For the sake of her children and mortgage, she returned to the workplace despite her pregnancy and silently endured everything.
Just when she was getting used to fighting alone, Han Junxi appeared.
He was still dazzlingly handsome, but that brightness was replaced by anxiety, and his eyes looked a little helpless like a stray dog.
"Sister," his voice was hoarse and he looked at her pitifully, "I'm homeless."
He subconsciously tightened his grip on the suitcase handle and asked softly, "Can you... Take me in?"
Zhou Ting's heart softened suddenly.
Looking at this face that once fascinated her, feeling the little life quietly gestating in her belly, a maternal instinct mixed with hormones instantly overcame all rational defenses.
She looked at his wet eyes and felt that her hard shell was melting little by little.
"You..." As soon as she started speaking, he gently hugged her into his arms.
"Please, sister." He put his chin on her shoulder and said in a muffled voice, "Just for a moment."
Zhou Ting's hand hung in the air, and finally slowly fell on his back.
This person whom she had thought would never be seen again, and the father of her unborn child, pitifully squeezed into her life again.
