Minzhuang'er's eyes were hot. She threw a feather duster and took a step back. She leaned on the other side of the table and looked at their wedding photos.

But the South evening owl looked at her like this, is also speechless, two people's heart is to skip a burst of sadness.

In particular, there is nothing more desperate than this moment.

Zhuang'er, what else are you doing here? I'm going to die The South evening owl shook his head in pain.

For a long time, Zhuang'er spoke first.

"South evening owl, why don't you say something clearly? Can't you just tell me the name of [kekr210]

Min Zhuang'er said quietly, turning his head and staring at him, "I have to say that something has been drugged. How can I understand the whole story?"

Min Zhuang'er wryly laughed, "even if I didn't believe you at that time, you can explain it again, or let Jun Lin Tian tell me."

"It's not necessary, Zhuang'er. It can't change anything." The South evening owl said that the cloud is light and the breeze is light, seeing through the life and death.

The South evening owl hid in this ghost like dead town, just to die here at last, like a wild animal returning to the cave.

Even if Zhuang'er understands long live, what can he do? There is no crystal that can survive, there is no antidote for life extension, and it is not only one death.

Then why let her know the truth, the stage of the world is in front of her, and she will meet better men when she follows those powerful people.

"Nanmu owl, you still have something to save. Why give up?"

"What neonatal stem cells are you talking about? Ah "Chuang'er, I don't believe I will live to see our baby born after ten months."

Min Zhuang'er smiles. He doesn't know the existence of snowball. It's time to tell him.

Moreover, when xiaoxueqiu was born, she stored the child's umbilical cord blood hematopoietic stem cells in the gene bank of the hospital in case of leukemia. However, she did not expect that it would be used at this time and became the last straw for the father of the child.

Nanmu owl leaned against the door frame, looked at the ceiling fan, and said calmly, "Zhuang'er, have you ever thought about it? You follow me. In case I die at that time, what do you do

"You still have hope, Nightingale." Min Zhuang'er turned and looked at him, "since I'm here, I haven't given up on you, and you shouldn't give up on yourself, you know?"

"Do you know why I came back here?" The night owl was still looking at the ceiling, and the light and shadow of the ceiling fan passed his pale and handsome face.

"Zhuang'er, this is my destination. I am Zika's son. I have never forgotten that the name of Nanmu owl is just a passing thing. When Jun Xiaoyan exposed me, I knew what my identity was. I would always belong to the rainforest of the golden triangle. Only when I died here would I have a sense of security."

"What about me? I've been through the years, haven't I? " Min Zhuang'er looks at the man lonely, then approaches him step by step, and finally walks to the door, looks up at her husband.

"You are not." The South evening owl replied to her, "you are..."

"then what am I?"

"You are..." The South evening owl stopped and looked at her, "you are my most precious memory."

The most precious memory

This sentence is very sad.

He had no relatives, and at this point, no one was around him.

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