Return after rebirth: The devil who helps his brother becomes the devil who kills his brother

Yan Bin was so nervous that he didn't even notice the conspicuous medicine bag on the bedside table. His eyes were full of the person in his arms who was crying so hard that it broke his heart.

After swallowing a mouthful of tears, Song Pan'er seemed to have used all her strength and said:

"Let's...get a divorce!"

It was a bolt from the blue. After realizing what Song Pan'er was saying, Yan Bin tightened his arms instantly as if he was afraid of losing her.

“Why… why?”

Yan Bin only felt his throat was extremely hoarse. He didn't know what had happened, but he clearly saw the despair of giving up everything on Song Paner's face.

Extreme fear made Yan Bin ruthless. He tightened his arms and said fiercely, gritting his teeth: "You fart, unless I die."

Unable to contain her repressed emotions any longer, Song Paner collapsed and leaned back, crying loudly.

"Ah... wuwu... I'm sick and can't have children... wuwu..."

Yan Bin couldn't tell what he felt, a little regretful, but mostly relieved. It turned out to be because of this, he thought his wife had fallen in love with someone else.

He had known for a long time that Song Pan'er must have some health problems. As it had been so long since anyone died between the two of them, he first suspected that there was something wrong with him, and he even secretly went to the hospital to see a andrologist.

The result was that she was very healthy. So the problem must be with my wife.

This guy who loves his wife dearly just let the matter go.

It's just that he doesn't have a child, and it doesn't affect his health, so he has no intention of taking Song Paner to treat infertility.

"Oh, what's the big deal? Then just don't give birth! Look at what happened, it almost scared me to death!"

His big hands busily wiped Song Paner's tears, kissed her forehead gently, and rocked her in his arms like he was coaxing a child.

"Don't be afraid, I'm here, it's no problem, don't cry!"

"Giving birth to a child is so scary. We don't want to suffer that. If you want a child, we can adopt one, or..."

"How about I call you mom from now on?"

As he continued to persuade, Yan Bin began to talk about unnecessary things, trying to divert Song Paner's attention.

"Woo woo...get out~"

After venting, Song Paner's pessimism was somewhat relieved. The doctor only said that it was difficult to conceive, but did not say that she absolutely could not have a baby, so she still had some hope.

"Let's ask someone we know tomorrow. If they say it's not possible, let's go for IVF!"

"Okay, I'll do whatever you want."

Song Paner regained her senses, buried her face in Yan Bin's arms, and thought gloomily.

A long night passed, and at Wan Fang's recommendation, her grandfather, who only treated important people, came to examine Song Paner.

After a long period of observation, listening, and palpation, the possibility of natural conception was given to be 60%.

This result was already an unexpected surprise. After taking back several large bags of Chinese medicine, Song Paner began a long journey of physical recuperation.

A few more years passed, and Song Paner's friends had all become fathers and mothers. Even Heizi and Wu Qiong, who had just gotten married, had a child. Only she was still not pregnant.

Looking at her family and friends who spoke cautiously, Song Paner couldn't help but sigh: life is often not as we wish, why is it so difficult to live?

These days are the days before Song Paner's period comes. She doesn't know what it is called the luteal phase or something else, or what hormones are secreted, but she is in an extremely sad mood.

Sitting in front of Panpan's tombstone, Song Paner burned gold ingots one by one, thinking sadly that if she died, she would have no descendants to burn paper money for her.

Panpan has been dead for six years and is buried in a pet cemetery in the suburbs of Beijing. Whenever Song Paner is in a bad mood, she always likes to bring Panzi here to sit quietly for a while and talk to Panpan about her worries.

Tears fell drop by drop and were wiped away by her in a hurry.

As if sensing her sadness, Panzi, who was chasing butterflies not far away, ran over and stuck out his tongue to wipe her tears.

While the man and the dog were in a stalemate, Yan Bin walked up the stone steps. A man in his thirties, he was at an age of great charm.

"Wife, are you ready?"

Song Paner was distracted for a moment and forgot to answer.

"Silly!"

Yan Bin rubbed her head lovingly, squatted down to burn the remaining gold ingots, and pulled Song Paner down the mountain.