To him, the exchange five years ago was tantamount to pushing Su Qianqian into the abyss of death. She did come back alive, but what if she didn't...
If she died in that forest, how could he ask for her forgiveness?
Every time he thought about it, he felt despicable.
Su Qianqian was silent. She looked at the man's pale face under the light. Looking at him like this, she could see that he had lost a lot of weight.
She felt her heart begin to ache in her chest. She didn't dare to look any further and turned her head slightly.
"You always go your own way like this." She whispered, "You never asked me if I was willing. Where will you put me if you do this? If you really die, I will never forgive you."
"..."
"Yi Ningxiu, you are really selfish."
Yi Ningxiu looked at her cold face and turned away slightly.
He admitted his selfishness. He said this because he just hoped that Su Qianqian would not forget him after his death.
He has done too many wrong things. He no longer asks for her forgiveness while he is alive, but after his death, he hopes that she will not forget him.
He is indeed selfish.
Su Yue pushed the wheelchair in. His eyes, which were inherited from Su Qianqian, were as dark as midnight. He raised his eyes and stared at Yi Ningxiu. His calm expression did not waver. He just pushed the hand of Su Qianqian's wheelchair and shook it slightly.
Tight.
The lights in the ward are very bright, and each other's subtle expressions are clearly revealed under the lights.
"When was this disease discovered?"
Su Qianqian asked.
"Half a year ago."
"You!" She gritted her teeth and scolded in a low voice, "Then why don't you go for treatment?!"
"There is no matching bone marrow." Yi Ningxiu stared at her face and whispered, "Can't find it."
Su Qianqian was slightly stunned.
The bone marrow adaptation rate originally depends on luck. Relatives have the highest adaptation rate, but it cannot be ruled out that they are not suitable, let alone strangers.
Otherwise, there would not still be so many leukemia patients dying in today's technologically advanced world.
"Mrs. Yi..."
"She can't do it." Yi Ningxiu shook his head, "It's been six months. Maybe we can wait until tomorrow, maybe we can find it after I die..." His voice was slightly helpless, but not desperate, "
I'm very happy to see you again."
He leaned over and looked at her, and gently touched her face with his long fingers. His fingertips were cold, and Yi Ningxiu's eyes were full of deep affection and tenderness that could not be dispelled.
"Will you forget me after I die?" He put his palm in front of her eyes, blocking her sight. The man showed a sad look where she couldn't see, "You hate me so much, so you will never forget me for the rest of your life."
Can you remember me?"
Su Qianqian waved her hand and tried to swat it away, but Yi Ningxiu didn't move at all. He waited until the emotions in his eyes calmed down before he slowly let go.
Su Qianqian looked at him coldly: "How can I remember you? After I leave here, I will naturally forget you completely. What does it have to do with me whether you are dead or alive?!"
Yi Ningxiu didn't speak, he just stared at her. His eyes were very light, but at this moment, it seemed as if a drop of thick ink had been injected into her. It was so thick that it was difficult to see his emotions.
After a long while, he said: "That's fine."
These three words seemed to have exhausted all his strength, making his face paler.
Su Qianqian's hand on her leg was clenched so hard that it began to tremble.