She Called Me Size Eight, but She Remembers All My Sizes

My girlfriend with leukemia was lying on the hospital bed and said, "Ji Yuan, don't be afraid." I was trembling with fear at the 700,000 yuan surgery fee. Shen Zhijin threw the contract in front of me: "Seven hundred thousand, three months, you give me a child." She called me "No. 8" And asked me to take off my clothes for a physical examination, saying that I was her tool. But that 3,800-pound coat, she remembered all my measurements. Neckline 39cm, sleeve length 62cm, waist 2'4. She said: "I know your size well." Three attempts at artificial insemination failed. Doctors recommend natural conception. That night, her fingers were cold and she was trembling while squeezing my back. I hugged her tightly and said, "Don't be afraid." She said, "I'm not afraid." But her tears made my shoulders wet. Three months later she became pregnant, a boy and a girl. I thought the deal was over. Until I found out that her father was the murderer of my whole family. I stood alone in the corridor of the hospital holding the B-ultrasound, On one side is the evidence of the enemy who killed her father, and on the other side is her heartbeat. I walked in, smiled and said, "It's okay." She didn't know that I chose her. Little did she know that from the day she memorized my size, there was no escaping me.