Looking at the black and white contract in front of her, ye Fei's eyes are slightly wet, and her throat is as tight as if she had eaten a yellow lotus. She can't speak at all.

The doctor knew the identity of Ye Fei, so he didn't slack off and waited patiently.

Ye Fei clenched the pen tightly, and there was a lot of sweat on the palm of her hand, so that the pen slipped in the palm and could not hold the pen.

"Princess?" Seeing this, Lu An'an spoke softly.

"Eh?" Ye Fei returns to her mind and looks at her in confusion. Then she looks down at the signature sheet in front of her. It seems that she realizes what she is doing at the moment.

Lu an reached out and gently took Ye Fei's hand and began to persuade him: "if you can't make up your mind, don't if we come back later?"

Ye Fei's eyelashes trembled and licked her dry lips. She shook her head and whispered, "I'm ok."

Then she picked up the bag and quickly stood up. She turned to the seat in the corridor and sat down. The whole person was still in a trance.

Lu an looked at her anxiously. After taking the bill, she paid for her. The doctor took the signature slip and walked out of the office. It seemed that the nurse started to prepare for the operation.

Twenty minutes later, ye Fei stood in front of the operating room door.

Looking at the cold operating room, a variety of intertwined images appeared in my mind. No matter the original corneal transplantation or later the abnormal experience on the island, her legs began to tremble uncontrollably, and the sweat gradually oozed from her forehead. The whole person seemed to be fished out of water.

"Princess, are you ok? Shall we go back today? " Lu an supported her, but she still couldn't rest assured. After all, ye Fei's condition seemed too bad

Ye Fei's throat is tight, her blood is cold, like a pool of ice water, slowly swimming through her blood vessels, making her become stiff.

"I'm fine..." After a long time, ye Feifei slowly opened her mouth and walked into the operating room step by step.

"Just go to bed and lie down." One side of the doctor spoke, his voice was gentle.

Ye Fei stops at the edge of the operating table, and involuntarily raises her hand to caress her stomach again. In her mind, she remembers the child who was accidentally lost before, and her tears roll down one drop after another.

Once she failed to protect her child again and again, but now, she can protect him, but she has to kill him with her own hands!

But this child, if it is not her and Su Mohan's, if it really means the humiliation that night, how should she face her in the future?

"Do you want to do it or not?" An unknown little nurse frowned and spoke impatiently.

The doctor frowned and looked at her: "just you talk too much."

Ye Fei still did not move. Her legs seemed to be rooted in the ground. In her mind, there were two voices fighting. One told her that if the child was not su Mohan's, she and Su Mohan would have no chance to be together from now on.

The other is scolding her for killing her own child, for being an irresponsible mother, and telling her that no matter what happens, the child is innocent.

The sweat on her forehead fell down her cheek drop by drop. She felt that the operating room was like a big steam stove, which forced her to breathe.