Zhan Lian stopped.

He stood there, his eyes looking ahead, his body carrying Han Lin on his back, without turning around.

Han Lin opened her eyes.

Her head slightly turned, and she looked at the person who was facing her sideways, her fingers moving.

She woke up, but she woke up with tears.

These tears contain regret, self-blame, guilt, and deep pain.

The ward is very quiet, and the city that has recovered from quiet outside is silent.

Zhan Lianshi turned around and looked at the person on the bed.

His face was haggard and covered with sickness. The once decisive person changed unknowingly.

Become beyond recognition.

He pressed the bell at the head of the bed, then sat down, his eyes fixed on Han Lin.

He is heartless and ruthless, and his face is as cold as this.

He has not changed.

What he used to be, and what he still looks like now.

Han Lin's tears flowed out.

Such an indifferent face and such emotional eyes were not caused by others, but by her.

It was caused by her.

She did not give him what he should have, but gave him what he shouldn't have.

She was sorry for him.

Her fingers kept moving, wanting to touch this face without warmth and to give him some warmth.

However, she had no strength and couldn't lift her hands.

It was like a heavy stone that was pressing on her hands, leaving her with the will but not enough.

Zhan Lianshi looked at the pain in Han Lin's eyes and opened his lips: "Get a good rest."

Han Lin's fingers stopped moving.

That seemed to be a lot of words that were destroyed like this.

She was lying there, just looking at Zhan Lian, and looking carefully, it seemed that she would no longer ask for anything.

The doctor came soon and checked Han Lin's condition. Zhan Lianshi watched from the side without leaving.

After the examination, the doctor said to Zhan Lian: "Let's go out and talk."

"Um."

The two left.

And at this time, Han Lin spoke again: "Lian Shi..."

Zhan Lianshi paused, and he turned sideways and said to the nurse who was following the doctor: "Please keep my mother."

The nurse nodded: "Okay."

Zhan Lianshi went out, Han Lin looked at it, and tears fell silently again.

Zhan Lianshi walked away from the doctor a little before stopping.

The doctor sighed, his face looking solemn.

Zhan Lian said in a timely manner: "But it's okay to say it."

The doctor saw that he was always calm and without any tension, as if he had seen through life and death early. He accepted everything calmly, without any sorrow or joy.

"Your mother is not in a good condition, I don't know how long it will last."

Zhan Lianshi didn't make a sound.

The doctor looked at his expression and continued, "If she has any wishes, then please satisfy her as much as possible."

This is already very clear.

You can prepare for your funeral.

"Yeah, I'm here to you."

The doctor shook his head, sighed, and left.

Zhan Lianshi stood there, paused for a short time, and then returned to the ward.

Han Lin's eyes closed, but the tears kept falling, and it got wet by the pillow after a while.

She heard the sound of the door opening and looked over.

Zhan Lianshi came in and said to the nurse: "You go and do it."

The nurse nodded and left.

Zhan Lianshi came to sit in front of the bed, his eyes were as usual, and he was indeed neither sad nor happy.

He looked at Han Lin, and Han Lin looked at him too.

The mother and son looked at each other, and they were indifferent and had tens of thousands of emotions.

If you look closely, you can see the similarity between the two eyebrows and eyes.

Zhan Lianshi spoke out: "What do you want to do? Tell me."

Han Lin has been looking at Zhan Lianshi. Since Zhan Lianshi came in until now, her eyes have been on Zhan Lianshi's face, with a dazed and unconsciousness in her eyes.

It seems that she is still dreaming.

Or, she couldn't tell whether it was a dream or a real person now.

When she heard Zhan Lian's words, her eyes moved, and her trance seemed to have become awake.

When she looked at Zhan Lian again, she looked carefully again, as if she wanted to determine whether the person in front of her was real or fake.

Her fingers moved again.

And this time, she raised her hand.

He stretched out towards Zhan Lianshi's face.

Zhan Lianshi looked at her movements and the persistence in her eyes at this moment.

It seems that I must touch him.

He leaned over and approached Han Lin's hand.

Han Lin froze.

There was a cold cheek in her palm, without temperature, but she really felt his presence.

He is right in front of her, now, living well...

Han Lin's fingers trembled, and her fingertips stroking her face inch by inch, slowly, as if she was about to be sure again and again.

And when she clearly depicted the outline of the person in front of her, she fell deeply into her heart, then awakened everything in her body, and kept telling her that it was true.

Zhan Lian was alive.

Still alive.

She finally believed it.

However, I believe that I can't stop the tears, like the rain in winter, becoming more and more cold.

"I had a dream..."

Zhan Lianshi's eyes moved.

He stared at the person in front of him, looking at the pain and despair inside, as if he was deeply entangled by vines, constantly pulling into the abyss.

"In the dream...you are dead..."

"They... said you were dead..."

"How can you die?"

"I treat you so much, you are so young, and you have suffered so much..."

"How difficult it is for you alone..."

Han Lin said, tears covered her eyes, and she could hardly see the person in front of her.

But she was still talking, still unable to stop crying.

"You should live well, how can you die?"

"You can't die, even if you want to die, it's me..."

"It's not you..."
To be continued...