Childbirth, a Wife, Children, and a Warm Bed

Facing the third room, I felt uneasy.

I had no idea what scene I would see this time.

No matter what scene it was, though, I knew it would be heartbreaking.

I knew full well that they were using a sharp blade, one forged from familial love, to slice at my heart. They wanted to destroy the most vulnerable part of me.

And the way they did it carried the pain of a dull blade slowly cutting through flesh.

Ye Jinghong did not follow me. Instead, she took two steps back. When I turned to look at her, she was looking at me too. Seeing me turn around, she smiled. "Just believe in yourself."

I understood what she meant. No matter how unbelievable the scene or person I encountered, I had to trust myself. Only then would I not truly lose myself in the illusion.

That was right. Perhaps all of this really was an illusion.

Perhaps it was a trial.

I pushed open the door to the third room and walked inside.

It was a guest room, furnished exactly as I remembered.

But there were two people inside. One lay on the bed, while the other was beside it.

The one lying on the bed was Bingbing, and the one bustling beside her was my mother.

After experiencing the first two scenes, I was no longer surprised by anything.

Bingbing looked to be in agony. From the looks of it, she was about to give birth, while mother was acting as the midwife.

Hearing the movement, mother turned to look at me. "Who let you in? I told you already, men can't watch when women give birth. It's bad luck!" As she spoke, she tried to chase me out.

Bingbing was about to give birth. Was this the scene