"Don't cry. If you cry, you still hate me and don't want me to leave peacefully. Go and call them all in!" He Yurao pushed her gently.
"Mom..." Yu Nianen was still a little unwilling.
"Be obedient, Nian En, this is the ending my mother wants, a happy ending."
…
He Yurao lay on the bed with a peaceful face, and everyone stood around the bed to say goodbye to her.
"Thank you!" He Yurao looked at everyone with a smile, "Thank you for staying with me, I love you! I... am not alone!"
Yu Nianen knelt in front of the bed and held her hand tightly, with tears in the corners of his eyes.
"Nian En, show your mother a smile." He Yurao looked at her and said softly.
Yu Nianen sniffed and slightly raised the corners of his mouth.
Zuo Qing's eyes were red, and she leaned on Yu Guantao's shoulder, her fingers tightly intertwined with her husband's. No matter how worldly a person is, he can't help but feel sentimental about this situation.
Not everyone can face life and death with a smile, and not everyone is so persistent in love.
"Dear, I'm here!" He Yurao murmured in a low voice and closed his eyes.
Rong Beiming signaled to Green that "euthanasia" could be carried out.
Green picked up the prepared syringe, walked to the bed, and injected He Yurao. There were two injections in total, one injection allowed her to sleep peacefully, and one injection allowed her to leave peacefully.
Yu Nianen buried her face in He Yurao's hand, her body trembling constantly. Watching her mother leave like this, her heart ached like a knife.
After the injection, Green said to Rong Beiming: "Don't worry! This will be the most satisfactory ending."
Rong Beiming nodded, shook hands with Green and the family doctor, hugged them one by one, and whispered words of thanks.
Except for him who stayed with Yu Nianen, everyone else went out, and the room instantly became quiet without a trace of sound.
Warm sunlight shone into the room and fell on He Yurao's body. The golden light enveloped her peaceful and tranquil face.
Rong Beiming knelt down and hugged Yu Nianen's trembling shoulders. He knew that she was enduring the severe pain of losing a loved one.
"Nian En, if you want to cry, just cry! I'm with you, everything is mine!" He said, with a lump in his throat and hot tears falling from the corners of his eyes.
Every time, he would clearly feel the pain she endured. Because he felt sorry for her, he would feel more pain than her. If her heart was torn apart by one point, then his heart would be torn apart by ten points.
He couldn't find any other words to describe this feeling. There was only one word, and that was love.
This woman was his demonic barrier, a poison without an antidote, a dodder in the mountains and forests. And he was willing to be deceived by her, willing to drink the poison, and willing to be the towering tree that she was attached to.
"I can no longer eat the food cooked by my mother." Yu Nian'en did not cry, but stared blankly at He Yurao's face shrouded in gold, "I can no longer hear my mother speak. What if I miss her?
What to do?"
She turned her head and looked at Rong Beiming, and suddenly smiled gently, like a rose flower swaying in the rain.
"Nian En, Nian En..." Rong Beiming's arms tightened tighter and tighter, his heart stung, and he felt suffocated.
"Rong Beiming, I shouldn't have provoked you. All of this, I wish it had never happened." Maybe, without meeting him, the trajectory of my life would have changed.
She let go of He Yurao's hand that was gradually getting cold, and tried to stand up by holding on to the edge of the bed, but her vision went dark and she fainted into Rong Beiming's warm and generous embrace.