Sikong Jingqiu didn't appreciate it. Not only did he wave away his hand, he even punched Xia Dongye, causing him to fall to the ground and nosebleeds instantly flowed down his face.
Sikong Jingqiu was still not satisfied, so he punched Xia Dongye several times in a row, and screamed loudly while beating Xia Dongye, "Why do you have the right! Why do you decide for me privately!? Why don't you come out and ask my opinion? Ask.
Do I want an adult or a child? Why do you privately decide to exchange Haiyue’s life for a child’s life? Why don’t you just let that child go——”[
"Jingqiu!" Xia Dongye shouted, stopping him from continuing, "Don't say anything that will make you regret it. That is the child Haiyue gave her life to keep for you!"
Xia Dongye's words shook Sikong Jingqiu's whole body. He pursed his lips, lowered his head, and did not continue.
"Let's go in and see them." Xia Dongye picked up Sikong Jingqiu, helped him back to the wheelchair and sat down, preparing to push him into the operating room to see Haiyue for the last time.
However, when Xia Dongye helped Sikong Jingqiu back to the wheelchair and saw Sikong Jingqiu's expression, Xia Dongye instantly froze into a statue——
Because he saw that Sikong Jingqiu's handsome face with a painful expression was covered with tears.
He cried.
Sikong Jingqiu cried.
Xia Dongye's eyes turned red instantly. He turned away his face, not daring to look directly into Sikong Jingqiu's desperate and sad eyes.
Sikong Jingqiu's eyes gave him the illusion that Haiyue was murdered by him...
They just stood motionless at the door of the operating room.
"Push me..."
Sikong Jingqiu spoke. He wiped his face and said to Xia Dongye in a hoarse and trembling voice, "Push me in, I want to see her."
Xia Dongye didn't say anything, pushed Sikong Jingqiu into the operating room, took the child from the nurse, handed it to Sikong Jingqiu, and then quietly left with the nurse, leaving space for their family.
Sikong Jingqiu looked at the baby in his hand whose eyes had not yet opened, and then looked up at the moon on the operating table, whose face was as pale as a piece of white paper.
She doesn't look like her life has come to an end at all. Instead, she looks as peaceful and peaceful as if she's asleep...