Mo Huiran came out of the consulting room, still hanging her hands, and reapplied the medicine. The doctor said she had improved a lot, but she was not happy at all. She couldn't move her hands, which was no different from a disability. She couldn't feel comfortable even taking a hot bath.
"Oh, mom,..." It was such a low cry, the girl's voice was so soft that it made people feel distressed, and even Mo Huiran's heart was shaken.
"I'm sorry Xixi, where are you? Oh, mom..."
Hua Xiyan desperately wiped away the tears that kept rolling down, ordering herself not to cry, to listen to her father, live strong, and to find her mother's necklace, but her eyes were always like a broken faucet, which she couldn't turn off even if she wanted to.
live.
At this time, the corridor of the ward became quiet, and no one came to sympathize with her. Although she didn't want to hear the words "It's so pitiful, so pitiful, why do parents abandon their children?", but in the silence,
Her helplessness made her feel suffocating and desolate. Her parents did not abandon her, and others misunderstood her. She was so sad that her heart throbbed and she cried.
She was so familiar with the big clear eyes and the deep and distinctive double eyelid eyeliner. Mo Huiran had only seen it on one person. These eyes were so profound that she could trace their outline with her eyes closed.
Mo Huiran came out of the consulting room and turned around to see Hua Xiyan on the hospital bed.
Ning Junyan, where are you?
Mo Huiran's lonely heart stirred up waves. Today, twenty years later, her heart felt pain again.
The only eyes she had ever loved were so tearful and helpless. She thought that if she sincerely fulfilled him, she would at least gain his happiness.
When her tears were about to fall, Mo Huiran suddenly woke up. She was not Mo Huiran if she could cry. Back then, when Ning Junyan wanted to leave, she did not cry. Mo Huiran could not give up what she had managed with all her heart even if she gave up everything else.
Career, not to mention, Ning Junyan has never loved her, so she has no reason to choose one over the other.
She raised the corners of her mouth as if mocking herself, shook her head slightly, and left the past behind her.
However, as she started to leave, a small hand caught the hem of her shirt.
The entanglement of love and resentment that she could not extricate herself from was covered up without leaving a trace. She said coldly: "What are you holding me back for?"
Hua Xiyan gasped for breath. No timidity could stop her from taking back the necklace her mother had left for her. Therefore, she could not miss the aunt who had just looked at her with such tender eyes.
"Auntie, I want to get the necklace back, please help me."
"What does it have to do with me if you want to get the necklace back? Let it go."
Mo Huiran deliberately ignored these familiar eyes that made her heart ripple, and thought to herself: The world is so big, it is not surprising to have similar eyes.
"Auntie, please help me. Oh, there are so many people passing by that I don't even dare to beg them. Please."
Mo Huiran was startled and very surprised. She knew that she looked quite majestic, and others did not dare to approach her, nor did she want to approach her. How could she not be afraid of me for such a young child?
Involuntarily, Mo Huiran glanced at Hua Xiyan who was lying on the small hospital bed, and also saw Hua Xiyan's leg tied with a plaster.
One of my wrists hurts and I feel uncomfortable. She is so young, no wonder she is crying so hard.
However, Mo Huiran would never show this warmth that was often ignored by her. She said coldly: "Your legs are broken, why do you come to beg me? I don't do loss-making transactions.
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Even this little girl who looks about six or seven years old cannot make her lose her principles. Except for Ning Junyan, everything is a transaction for her, just like the marriage between her and Ling Zhi, which is led by her.