He didn't know what this family, himself, and Qi Qiu would do in the future.
There is gold under a man's knees, and he will not shed tears easily.
But in the face of such a disease and the relationship that has persisted for decades, what does it matter?
"Uncle Qi, please don't say that!"[
Ling Mufeng quickly helped him and comforted him: "Zhiqiu regards you as her relatives, and her relatives are my relatives. How much you have helped her in the past, have you ever thought about asking her in return?"
Qi Xuannan choked with sobs, and Qi Qiu felt uncomfortable.
Ye Zhiqiu simply turned away and said nothing.
Distant relatives are not as good as close neighbors.
In Ye Zhiqiu's heart, the Qi family's status is even more important than that of her father Ye Jingrong.
Ten years ago, during the most difficult days of Ye Zhiqiu's life.
It was the Qi family who gave her a hand and saved her from the abyss of despair.
Without their help, Ye Zhiqiu, who was fifteen years old and had just suffered the pain of losing his mother, would have lost his life.
Perhaps, I simply don’t have the courage to live to this day.
"If you really want to thank me..."
Ling Mufeng suddenly said, "If you really want to thank me, then after Aunt Qi is discharged from the hospital, Zhiqiu and I will ask you to be our witnesses. We have decided to be together."
After he said this, Ye Zhiqiu looked at him in astonishment, as did Qi Xuannan and Qi Qiu.
Ling Mufeng just looked at her and smiled tenderly.
Ye Zhiqiu's heart was full of mixed feelings, he couldn't tell whether it was bitter or sweet, and he was so excited.
He just stretched out his hand and held his palm tightly.
Ling Mufeng also tightened his grip and intertwined his fingers.
Qi Xuannan and Qi Qiu looked at the two people holding hands and nodded.
"I believe she will be able to get through it and see you two happily together."
Qi Xuannan nodded, the sadness in his eyes slowly dissipating.[
He looked at the two young men and women in front of him as if he were his own children.