Beside the bed, Deng Wei's swollen eyes look at Ling Yixue's sleeping face. Her blue and purple has faded away, and her thin face is only haggard and pale. Her weak breathing proves that she is still alive, very weak. Touching Ling Yixue's haggard face, Deng Wei can't help crying again.
Li Xiuming stood by the bed, looking at the little flower that was tortured by the disease. He hated that he couldn't protect her, that he couldn't protect her, that he made her sad, and that he couldn't stop the pain when he thought of it.
Ling Yixue frowned and opened her eyes difficultly. She saw Deng Wei with tears in her eyes and Li Xiuming with heartache on one side. Holding a breath, she called out "brother Ming"
Li Xiuming rushed to her side immediately, took her hand and put it on her mouth. She said to her with heartache: "fool, you can't do this again, I'm so worried about you!"
Hearing this, Ling Yixue smiles knowingly and says weakly: "brother Ming, I thought, I thought, you would never come to see me again. I'm sorry, it's Xiaoxue who makes brother Ming angry."
When Li Xiuming saw that his beloved Ling Yixue was so weak, he apologized to himself. His heart was full of tenderness. "Fool, what do you say? I will never be angry with you."
"Brother Ming, you scared me that day."
"It's my fault. I'm sorry. I swear that I will never do that to you again. You have to promise me to take care of yourself. You can't scare me like this any more." Li Xiuming said with a spoiled face, stroking her hair and showing love in her eyes.
"Good." Ling Yixue replied cleverly.
"Brother Ming, I promise you that I won't be sick to cheat you any more."
"Good. I will come to see you often With that, Li Xiuming leaves a light kiss on Ling Yixue's forehead, and Ling Yixue smiles contentedly.
Deng Wei looked at her infatuated daughter and said with a heartfelt smile, "you talk first, I'll go out first."
Li Xiuming chats with Ling Yixue a lot, and Ling Yixue laughs all night. Until he coaxes her to sleep and watches her sleep quietly in her arms, Li Xiuming feels that it is the happiest moment. At this moment, he owns her as a lover.
Looking at Ling Yixue's peaceful sleep, Li Xiuming's worried heart also slowly put down, gently kisses her forehead, and crept out of the door.
In the living room, Deng Wei sat on the sofa waiting for Li Xiuming.
Li Xiuming saw Deng Wei and politely called "aunt Deng".
Deng Wei saw that Li Xiuming came down. She said to Li Xiuming with a loving smile: "Xiuming, ah Xue, please come to see her more."
"Yes, I know. I'll come often."
"Well, what's the matter with your grandparents?" Deng Wei asked tentatively.
"I've met you already."
"Well Recently, you come to see a Xue more. This will help her recover. The faster her body recovers, the earlier the operation will be carried out, and the better things will happen to you two. Do you know what I mean? " Deng Wei seems to have said without.
"Yes, aunt Deng."
"Well, it's getting late. Be careful on the way."
"Good. Goodbye, auntie. "
In front of the window, Ling Yixue stands in front of the window weakly, looking at Li Xiuming's car driving away without expression, with empty eyes.
Deng Wei pushed the door and saw Ling Yixue standing in front of the window barefoot. She ran over and said, "why don't you put on your shoes? Go to bed quickly."
Ling Yixue obediently lies back on the bed, "Mom, what's the progress of brother Ming's fake marriage?" Some worried asked.
"Silly boy, you see Li Xiuming worried about you and worried about you today. Don't you believe him? It's just an agreement. " Deng Wei looked at her daughter worried, stroked her face and comforted her.
Ling Yixue lowered her head and asked, "have you seen brother Ming's grandparents?"
Deng Weiming's eyes sank and he said, "no, I just signed the agreement. Xiuming said that he just wanted to take you to see your grandparents."
Ling Yixue in front of a bright, happy smile.
"The Xiuming society often comes to see you these days. Don't show any flaws." Deng Wei warned.
"I understand." Then he closed his eyes and went to sleep. Ling Yixue knows that in Li Xiuming's heart, he is always a pure flower that needs to be protected by him.
Looking at Ling Yixue's contented sleep, Deng Wei exits the room, pacing in the living room alone, smoking, her thoughts fluttering with the smoke.