Li Xiurong opened her heavy eyelids with difficulty, and Liang Ancheng and Michelle left the ward tacitly.
Yan Nuohan stared at the dying woman with natural dignity. He didn't know why he chose to stay.
The moment Li Xiurong saw Yan Nuohan, her originally weak and dim eyes suddenly brightened up. She was wearing an oxygen mask, and she reached out to Yan Nuohan, with tears of regret filling her eyes.
Yan Nuo looked at the woman's withered and bone-white hands coldly and took off the oxygen mask.
"What do you want to say?" There was no warmth in his voice.
"I...I...I'm...sorry..." She said every word with difficulty, as if she was burning her remaining energy...
Yan Nuohan still stared at the dying woman indifferently. Every word the woman said hit his heart. He had never felt such pain in his heart...
There was a strong smell of medicine in the ward, the heartbeat monitor made a weak and slow beeping sound, and a sudden gust of cold wind made Yan Nuohan, who was already stiff, even more listless.
He slowly opened the door to the ward, with a cold expression and heavy steps.
"Yan...are you okay!" Michelle stepped forward worriedly.
Yan Nuo coldly waved his hand to prevent them from following! He wanted to find a place to be quiet. He couldn't guarantee now whether he would go crazy or not, and he couldn't guarantee whether he would kill himself with regret...
He wants to be quiet, he needs to be quiet!
"Hey..." Michelle wanted to follow him anxiously. He began to regret telling Yan Nuohan the truth about the matter. He originally just hoped to remain silent and innocent, and at the same time, let Yan let the poor girl leave in peace.
He did not expect that Yan Nuohan would be so calm after knowing the truth of the matter. His calmness made Michelle extremely worried.
"Let him go, I believe Yan can survive." Liang Ancheng held Michelle. He knew Yan Nuohan, and he believed Yan Nuohan would be fine.
--------------- Yan Nuohan stumbled the car back to the villa in a daze. His mind was blank now. He didn't know where he should go now, what he should do, what he should do.
All I know is that he wants to kill himself!
"Yan, you're back!" Kudo Mai saw Yan Nuohan appearing at the door of the hall with a numb face.
"Come on, I was just discussing with the housekeeper what name to give the baby. Come and take a look..." Kudo Mai said and pulled Yan Nuohan to see the baby in the nurse's arms.
"Look, look how cute the baby is!" Kudo Mai sincerely praised her. Although she hated Ye Momo, Mai couldn't help but like this little baby.
"Wow...ah..." The baby in the nanny's arms stared blankly at Yan Nuohan with bright eyes. She shook her little fingers and murmured with her little mouth.
Yan Nuohan's originally expressionless face softened visibly after seeing the baby's bright little eyes.
He stretched out his broad palm to wrap up the baby's little hand. The fragile and warm touch made Yan Nuohan feel that his eyes suddenly became moist.
He quickly pulled away his palm and walked upstairs coldly.
"Yan, Yan, what's wrong with you?" Mai held the child in her arms and asked in confusion at Yan Nuo's cold and hard back.
Yan Nuohan just went upstairs coldly. He didn't want his sadness to be known to others. Moreover, facing the baby's bright eyes, he couldn't help but think of Ye Momo, and he felt a twinge in his heart.
The baby suddenly started crying loudly, and no one could calm him down!
Yan Nuohan ignored the baby's cry and pushed open the door of Mo Mo's room.
The woman he had imprisoned for so long finally escaped from his life in such a tragic way.
He looked around the empty room. She left so suddenly, and it seemed that even the quilt still had the warmth of her fragrance.
Yan Nuohan held the quilt, his eyes cold and lifeless.
Momo, my Momo, you really left, you left so thoroughly, so thoroughly that you didn't even want to give me a chance to atone. It will take me several lifetimes to pay off the pain you endured.
Thinking of how he had repeatedly called her a liar and a prostitute, how cruelly and coldly he had tortured her, humiliated her, and retaliated against her, Yan Nuohan was in agony. How could he be such a bastard? How could he be so cruel?
To treat such an innocent and fragile woman...
He hugged the pillow she had slept on tightly, how he wished he could absorb more of her scent, how he wished he could rub her fragrance into his blood...
His hand suddenly came into contact with a cold object. He picked it up and saw that it was a notepad with a kraft paper cover.
"This?" His deep eyes flickered with a bit of distrust.
He looked repeatedly at the square notepad in his hand. Was this what she left for him?
He couldn't wait to open it, and his narrow eyes quickly scanned the crooked writing on it. His long fingers held the title page tightly, and tears finally blurred his vision uncontrollably!
"I'm so sad today. Why did that big bad guy Yan Nuohan insist on unjustly accusing me of taking the jade? Didn't he know that it was enough for me to have his cup? But the cup had already been broken by him. I struggled for a long time without trying.
Come back...don't pay attention to him, never pay attention to him again..."
"Why are you hiding behind the curtains to spy on him, Ye Momo, you are really spineless!"
"It's great. I've turned from a thief into a murderer again. It doesn't matter. Yan Nuohan, I really don't have any feelings for you now. It's up to you. As long as I have a baby, that's enough..."
Yan Nuohan trembled as he opened the pages page by page, feeling regret mixed with heartache. He was heartbroken.
"Baby, don't worry, Mommy will definitely take you out of this hell. No one can separate me from you..."
"Damn it, this pervert Yan Nuohan is really hard to take care of. Why is it so hard to please him? Why should I kiss him back? I'm dizzy..."
"I really wish time could stand still. I really wish he would be by my side every morning when I wake up. I am so obsessed with his kiss..."
…
Yan Nuohan closed the notepad heavily. He felt that his heart was almost unable to bear the load. He really hated himself, hated himself for being so cruel, hated himself for being so cold, and hated himself for not feeling her sincerity earlier.
, why didn’t he choose to trust her, he deserved it, he really deserved it!
Yan Nuohan really didn't have the strength to support himself any longer. She was so petite and weak, how could she bear so much on her own? He was the one who deserved to die. If he could, he really hoped that he could die on her behalf...
Yan Nuohan locked himself in Ye Momo's room for three days and three nights. He didn't eat or drink, and he didn't see anyone. No one knew what he was doing in the room, and no one had the guts to disturb him. Mai called him
Liang Ancheng and others were tried, but it didn't help.
Three days passed like this. When everyone decided to take the risk of picking the door lock, Yan Nuohan opened the door.
He had a calm and cold expression, looking tired and weak, and the stubble growing on his chin made him look a bit slovenly and unruly.