"Yao Mina can go to Bonnn Group's nursing home at any time. I'm afraid that she is too proud and unwilling to bow her head." Nangong Han pursed his thin lips, "Outside, without Bonnn Group to support her, she would suffer a little.
That’s a good thing!”
"She has difficulty moving now, do you really plan to leave her alone?"
"Lao He has already sent people to follow her secretly."
"This way, I feel relieved." Xiang Yimo said this, but there was still a vague feeling of uneasiness in his heart.
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"Bang!" A deafening loud noise broke the silence of the early morning.
Xiang Rumo woke up suddenly, ran out of the room in a hurry, and walked in directly, "Chu Zhanjin, what's wrong with you? Do you have a headache again?"
These days, Xiang Rumo took care of him every step of the way, watching him suffer from nosebleeds, splitting headaches, nausea and vomiting... and he was tortured by the disease. But she could only watch, unable to do anything, and her heart felt like
They were also ravaged.
Chu Zhanjin knocked over the water glass on the bedside table. His face was pale, his whole body felt dizzy, and he had a headache as if he was being stabbed by a dull, rusty blade. "Medicine, give me the painkiller quickly..."
Xiang Rumo immediately took the medicine and carefully put it into his hand, "I'll get you some water."
"Add five more pills!" Chu Zhanjin swallowed the pills directly.
"Another increase?" Xiang Rumo's tone worsened and she said worriedly, "You keep increasing the dosage of painkillers, which only temporarily relieves your pain. You should accept the surgery! While the cancer cells have not hurt your eyeballs, no
When the eyeball needs to be removed, the sooner the operation is performed, the higher the success rate!"
"Only a 5% chance of survival!"
"Even if there is only 0.01 chance, you should fight for it. Don't you want to see Yi Mo again with your own eyes?"
"Mo'er!" Chu Zhanjin murmured. Only when he called her did his stagnant eyes become lively, and a thin layer of mist spread, "What should I do? As time goes by, I'm so scared.
I can’t remember what she looked like.”
Xiang Rumo hoped that it was her who he was calling affectionately, but this was more unrealistic than a dream, so she stopped hoping. She took Chu Zhanjin's hand and put it against her face, "I will always
Stay with you. If you can’t remember what she looks like, just touch my face. I look exactly like Yimo."
At this moment, Xiang Rumo was so glad that she had a face exactly like Xiang Yimo. At least, she felt that she was not the same.
Chu Zhanjin's fingers trembled slightly, his rough palm gently touched her face, his fingertips paused, and he retracted his hand, "It's different, it's still the same..."
"The way you are acting now is not torturing yourself, but torturing me!" Xiang Rumo roared at him, "Do you want me to just watch you die like this? I can't do it, I can't do it!"
Xiang Rumo is self-aware and knows clearly that no matter how hard he tries, he can never replace Yimo's place in his heart.
Once you fall in love, you will be devoted forever.
I don’t know where love begins, nor where it ends.
And she, why not?
Only after meeting him did Xiang Rumo understand what it was like to love someone. Perhaps, this bud had been quietly planted during their first meeting five years ago. She deliberately pretended to have amnesia to make Chu Zhanjin mistakenly think that she was
Xiang Yimo. His tenderness, his gentleness, and his concern are like poppies rooted in Xiang Rumo's heart. Once you become addicted, you can never quit. Even if you lose your memory, you still have a deep love for him.
There was an inexplicable sense of familiarity that prompted her to marry Chu Zhanjin without hesitation. However, she was temporarily blinded by hatred, but she was still reluctant to let him go.[
The divorce agreement sent by lawyer Chu Zhanjin was still neatly placed in the drawer, but she did not sign her name.
Severe pain disrupted Chu Zhanjin's breath. A layer of cold sweat broke out on his forehead, and he murmured, "Mo'er, Mo'er..."
"You blame me, blame me, hate me and I will do this for the rest of my life!" Xiang Rumo wiped away her tears and ran out.
The sun is shining brightly in early summer, and the grass is growing and the orioles are flying.
A large number of purple Phalaenopsis orchids are blooming in the yard. The petals are light and soft, dancing in the breeze, like butterflies flying delicately and lightly.
Xiang Yimo watered the flowers with a kettle, and the clear water droplets flew down, reflecting the gleaming light.
"Yimo, Yimo! Come with me!" Xiang Rumo ran over panting.
"Sister, are you finally willing to come back?"
Wanted to hold her wrist and said, "Come with me to see Chu Zhanjin right away!"
"Did he ask you to come to me?"
"No!" Xiang Rumo's eyelashes were stained with moisture, and her eyes were red and swollen. Anyone with a discerning eye could tell that she had cried.
"Sister, you're crying. Did Chu Zhanjin bully you?"
Tears burst out of her eyes instantly, winding down her cheeks, "Chu Zhanjin, he...he has brain cancer." Xiang Rumo could no longer bear the grief in her heart and burst into tears.
"Pah!" Xiang Yimo's hand trembled and the kettle fell to the ground. Her eyes were glazed over and she staggered back a step, shaking her head repeatedly, "Impossible, this is impossible, I already have this disease, Chu Zhanjin
How could he get this disease? He has always been healthy, I don’t believe it!”
"Chu Zhanjin has lost his sight."
Xiang Yimo's heart ached like a knife, "Why didn't you tell me, why did he hide it from me?" Tears fell like beads on a broken string, unable to stop.
"He loves you with all his life, and he doesn't want you to worry about him until he dies." Xiang Rumo's voice was choked with sobs. This love made her so envious and jealous.
"Where is he? Take me to see him!" Xiang Yimo couldn't wait to see him, fearing that it would be too late and that he would be like Su Yi, lying on the hospital bed and never get up again.
Along the way, Xiang Yimo was anxious, but when she reached the door, her feet froze, as if filled with lead, and she could not lift them up even with heavy steps.
The huge living room was empty, there was nothing. "What's going on? Where's the furniture?"
"I was afraid that Chu Zhan and Jin would bump into each other, so we all moved away!"
Xiang Yimo took a deep breath, wiped the tears from her face, and walked upstairs with heavy steps.[
"Mo'er, Mo'er..."
The low and weak voice floated into Xiang Yimo's ears, like huge rocks hitting her heart, causing a stormy sea to surge in her heart.