Is the Mistake in the Process or the Result

Little Darling's illness was getting worse with every episode.

The doctors' responses were always the same.

Her body was too weak, and the disease was stubborn, which was why she could never fully recover, and why her condition was even deteriorating.

But Lin Yu always felt that this wasn't the real reason.

Whenever he was by Little Darling's side, she was always perfectly fine. But the moment he left her, her condition would suddenly worsen.

The coincidence was like an invisible assailant lurking in the shadows.

As soon as it saw that he was away from Little Darling, it would viciously stab her.

Especially after he agreed to have a child with Qing Mo and Xia Muzhu, Little Darling's flare-ups became terrifyingly severe.

If there really was a Will of Heaven in this world trying to correct the worldline, then this would be a perfect opportunity for it, wouldn't it?

Xia Muzhu and Qing Mo actively wanted a child.

Things were also a bit off with Tang Manman.

It seemed that all it needed to do was eliminate this pesky little obstacle, Little Darling, and make Su Yuyao a bit more lucky.

Then everything would naturally fall into place, inevitably playing out the final scene of that erotic novel ending...

...

Then they would all just have to wait.

Lin Yu raised his hand and rubbed his face in exhaustion.

At this point, Lin Yu had no idea what to do.

The only method Lin Yu could think of right now was to stall.

He would delay the plan to have a child with Qing Mo and Xia Muzhu.

If he did that.

Little Darling's condition shouldn't continue to deteriorate.

But...

Lin Yu let out a long, exhausted sigh.

This wasn't a long-term solution after all.

He could stall for a while, but he couldn't stall forever.

Sigh.

With a tired, heavy sigh, Lin Yu decided to stop torturing himself with this seemingly unanswerable question.

He exhaled and subconsciously shifted his attention elsewhere.

Looking up at the pristine hospital ceiling, Lin Yu's thoughts naturally drifted back to what had happened before he lost consciousness.

Initially, he just wanted to escape that unsolvable problem and think about something lighter and easier.

But the more he thought about it, the more something felt wrong. It was as if he had dropped from a dead-end maze straight into another illogical mystery. His brows furrowed so tightly they could crush a fly.

At first, Lin Yu believed that he was the one who had saved Little Darling.

Just like always, he had used his own life as a threat, forcing the Will of Heaven to compromise and spare Little Darling.

But Lin Yu felt that if this were the case, some things just didn't make sense.

For instance, why did Fate make him take that fall?

If it had compromised with him once again, there was absolutely no need for it to hurt him.

Judging by the volume of that loud shout from downstairs, he would have heard it clearly even if he had climbed two more floors.

Therefore, the theory that Fate made him trip and stop because it was afraid he wouldn't hear the shout simply didn't hold up.

So why did Fate make him fall like that?

Could it just be a coincidence?

Was it really just because he was running too fast and didn't watch his step, resulting in an accidental fall?

Lin Yu furrowed his brows, finding that impossible.

At such a critical moment.

Even if someone randomly farted by the roadside, Lin Yu would think it was the work of Fate. It made him fall so miserably, with such a terrifying amount of blood loss, and yet it was just an accident?

Lin Yu didn't believe that for a second!

But then again.

What was Fate's purpose in making him fall?

It didn't seem to have any obvious motive.

This made no sense at all!

Lin Yu bit his lip, his frown deepening.

The unease in his heart grew stronger.

Suddenly.

Lin Yu thought of a possibility.

Just thinking about this possibility made his hair stand on end. Lying on the dry, comfortable hospital bed, Lin Yu broke out in a cold sweat within seconds, soaking his hospital gown.

That was it.

If the ending were changed, if the Will of Heaven had not compromised with him, and Little Darling had died after resuscitation efforts failed.

Then everything would make perfect sense!

Lin Yu's breathing grew heavier and heavier. His chest heaved violently, and his heart pounded frantically, as if someone had clamped down on his aorta.

Right!

That lined up perfectly.

Fate made him roll down the stairs not because it was afraid he wouldn't hear the news that Little Darling was safe, but because it was afraid he would seek his own death. It wanted to strip him of his mobility.

Thinking about it now, Lin Yu realized that with the amount of blood he was losing at the time, even if he didn't feel anything initially, if he had continued sprinting up another two or three floors at full speed, he likely would have soon felt dizzy and weak from the blood loss. It was entirely possible he would have just collapsed and passed out.

And upon waking up, Tang Manman and the other three would all be by his side.

Even if he wanted to end his life, he probably wouldn't have the chance.

Qing Mo was extremely sensitive to this kind of thing. If Little Darling was gone, she would know that he'd have a hard time accepting such a massive blow.

Based on past experience, she would definitely have people watch him like a hawk, leaving him no opportunity to do anything foolish.

Perhaps after a week or two like this, or maybe a month or two, or even a year or two.

Would he eventually accept the fact that Little Darling was gone?

And thereby completely give up the idea of committing suicide to fight Fate to the bitter end?

The more Lin Yu thought about it, the more terrified he became; the more he thought, the more his heart trembled.

But by the end of his thoughts, Lin Yu suddenly felt an urge to laugh.

Because Little Darling was perfectly fine now. She was completely safe and had already returned to the villa, which proved that her treatment was highly effective and she had returned to normal.

Otherwise, those private doctors would never have agreed to let her go home.

In one scenario, the process was entirely correct but the result was wrong; in the other, the result was right but the process made no sense.

Lin Yu inexplicably found this somewhat comical.

Lying in the hospital bed, Lin Yu's breathing gradually steadied.

Because the process didn't matter to Lin Yu at all.

All Lin Yu wanted was for Little Darling to live safely. That was enough.

And right now, Little Darling was staying at home, and she would soon be able to see her favorite mother.

At this thought, Lin Yu's entire body relaxed.

The sudden shift from extreme tension to extreme relaxation left Lin Yu feeling rather exhausted. His recently traumatized brain also began to throb with a dull ache.

It left Lin Yu with no energy to think too much anymore.

Enduring the pain, Lin Yu slightly furrowed his brows and closed his eyes, planning to rest a little longer.

As drowsiness washed over him, Lin Yu couldn't shake the feeling that he had overlooked something.

That something seemed a bit important, yet also somewhat unimportant.

But Lin Yu's head hurt too much to figure it out.

He decided to just let it be.

He would deal with it after he woke up...