The day after their arranged marriage and whirlwind wedding, he kept her all night, then left her alone to face the wreckage of the room at dawn.
He was gone.
Nine months later, he stood by her hospital bed, his expression cold. “Xia Nuan, your mother isn’t dead. Do you want to save her?”
“What do you want in return?”
“Your heart.”
Xia Nuan agreed without hesitation.
When the baby’s cries rang out, she slowly closed her eyes. No matter how the nurses called to her, she didn’t open them to look at the child she had carried for ten months and given birth to.
Before she was taken into surgery, she accepted the agreement he handed her. “Mu Han, why me?”
Mu Han looked at her coldly. “Because you’re the only suitable one. Because she wants to live.”
After hearing his answer, Xia Nuan silently picked up the pen and signed her name. “I’ve done what I promised the Mu family, and I’ve done what I promised you. I hope you’ll keep your promise to me, too.”
The pen fell. The operating light came on.
On the cold operating table, Xia Nuan calmly watched the anesthetic enter her body.
Mu Han, you really are just like your name.
