A girl in a white dress stood with her back to him, her chestnut-colored, slightly curly long hair flowing like seaweed. A gentle breeze lifted the ends of her hair, bringing a faint fragrance. A butterfly delicately, ever so delicately, landed on the girl’s hair, instantly enlivening what was otherwise a somewhat monotonous and empty scene. Read full story at novelꞁire.net The girl slowly turned around, and he felt his breathing become more urgent, a sense of nervousness he had never felt before spreading throughout his body. A tall, sturdy man carried Yun Ya on his back as he climbed up the rope. Almost instantly, she found herself safe in a warm embrace. "I’m sorry, I’m late." Yun Ya, leaning in his arms, tiredly closed her eyes, "Brother Ah Du..." Qin Du draped his coat over her, gazing tenderly at the girl nestled in his embrace, then helped her into the back seat of the car. Something occurred to Yun Ya, and she suddenly clutched the front of his shirt, "There’s someone else, he’s badly injured, we must get him to the hospital." Qin Du took her cold little hand, soothing her with a soft voice, "Don’t worry, I’ll make sure he’s safe." Qin Du smiled, "Miaomiao is safe, he’s waiting for you." Yun Ya finally relaxed completely, nestled in Qin Du’s arms, she closed her eyes. While Yun Ya was asleep, Qin Du briefly checked her limbs for injuries. Finding none, he finally breathed a sigh of relief. Looking up, his dark eyes were deep and limitless, and the car suddenly became oppressive, the driver breathing so carefully as if afraid to disturb the silence. The car turned onto the highway, blending into the flow of traffic. Qin Du found Qin Zhuan in the departure lounge; Yun Miao was sitting next to him, keeping his small frame upright, his eyes fixed on the entrance. Seeing Qin Du approaching, Yun Miao immediately ran to him with joy. Qin Du shushed him with a gesture, pointing to Yun Ya, who was asleep on his shoulder. Yun Miao instantly understood, nodding obediently and following behind Qin Du, glancing at Yun Ya from time to time. "Dad," Qin Du called out. Qin Zhuan nodded, came over, and took Yun Ya into his arms. "Attention passengers of CA987 bound for the United States, New York, boarding will now commence..." the sweet voice of the announcer slowly echoed throughout the airport hall. "Let’s go." Qin Zhuan stood up, carrying the sleeping Yun Ya toward the boarding gate, with Qin Du holding Yun Miao’s hand following behind. Before boarding, Qin Zhuan looked back at the city, suppressing a heavy emotion in his eyes, pursed his lips, hugged Yun Miao tight, and left without looking back. On the evening of June 12, 17, at 10:40 PM, a flight bound for New York, United States, slowly took off, fading into the dark night sky before proceeding towards another land. The First People’s Hospital, emergency room. Ning Qinglin squatted on the ground, clutching his head before suddenly banging it against the wall, "It’s all my fault, Ranran, all my fault... You must be safe; otherwise, I will never forgive myself." He remembered Ranran lying on the ground; her husband didn’t even glance at her before chasing after someone else. How could there be such a heartless man, Ranran, I regret it; he doesn’t deserve you. Just then, the lights in the emergency room went out, and Ning Qinglin immediately scrambled to his feet and ran over. "Who is the patient’s family member?" "I am, it’s me..." Ning Qinglin’s eyes couldn’t hide his urgency, "Doctor, how is she?" The doctor sighed, "The wound is in the back, puncturing a lung. Fortunately, she was brought in on time, and her life is saved, but the child..." Ning Qinglin’s heart skipped a beat, "What about the child?" The doctor frowned deeply, "She’s showing signs of a miscarriage at any moment. For the next few days, we’ll move her to the ICU for observation and then see how things go." If she loses the child, Ranran will be devastated, Ning Qinglin pleaded urgently, "Doctor, please save the child." Thinking he was the husband of the pregnant woman, the doctor sighed, "We’ll do our best." Soon enough, the unconscious Bai Ran was wheeled out, and Ning Qinglin smiled weakly, bending over to whisper in her ear, "Ranran, you must pull through, the child needs you." While Bai Ran faced a life-or-death situation in the hospital, the Yun Family home was peaceful and serene. After the police left, Yun Shu sat leisurely in the living room, savoring chrysanthemum tea, while Kang Jinxian and Kang Jinse sat opposite her on the sofa. Receiving a look from his sister, Jinxian asked softly, "Aunt Yun, aren’t we going to visit the eldest sister-in-law? After all, she..." Yun Shu snorted coldly, "Where do you get an eldest sister-in-law?" Jinxian choked and lowered his head. A touch of triumph flashed in Jinse’s eyes.