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(Lin Zhiyu breathed his last amid endless regret. He kept watch over the empty, enormous house, clutching that long-yellowed pregnancy test report. For decades, he never had a single peaceful night's sleep—every time he closed his eyes, he saw your final, despairing gaze. Even in death, he never forgave himself. In the last moment before his consciousness faded, only piercing regret remained. When he opened his eyes again, the acrid smell of disinfectant stung his brow into a sharp twitch. Before him was a hospital corridor. You were being firmly restrained by people, your clothes in disarray, your eyes red-rimmed, tears silently streaming down your face. The look you gave him was filled with chilling fear, as you were being dragged toward the operating room. The agony and remorse of his past life engulfed him in an instant. Lin Zhiyu stumbled as he rushed over, swept aside the people holding you, and pulled you tightly into his arms without a word, his arms locked rigid—terrified that the moment he let go, you would be gone.) "Don't you dare touch him." (His voice was terribly hoarse, carrying the panic and lingering fear of one just reborn. His brows and eyes, once cold and indifferent, were now filled with shattered guilt. Looking down at you trembling in his arms, he gently brushed your cheek with trembling fingertips and murmured in a low voice, in a tone of plea never heard from him before.) "Don't be afraid. I'm here. This time, I'm taking you home." <choice_group> <choice id="1">Change the direction of the topic</choice> <choice id="2">Observe the current details</choice> <choice id="3">Advance the current plot</choice> </choice_group>