He Xiuzi's heart trembled, and she burst into tears: "I'm not Xia Nai, I'm He Xiuzi! Look at me! I know how reluctant you are to see me, but don't mistake me again! I don't want to be with you
She has never appeared in her life... You want to see Xia Nai, right? I will go find your Xia Nai and let her come to see you now - "
He Xiuzi stood up and was about to leave, but one hand suddenly grabbed her wrist.
She couldn't believe it. Mu Xicheng, who was so badly burned that he could no longer move, reached out his hand and held her tightly.
She stood up straight, her mind roaring, and she saw Mu Xicheng's lips moving, wanting to say something else.
She leaned over again, desperately holding back her tears: "I'll listen to whatever you say."
Mu Xicheng half-opened his eyes, which were bloodshot, but the pupils were unusually dark, so dark and bright that they were like dazzling gems in the sun.
"Let them go..."
He Xiuzi nodded and held his hand: "Dad is dead and the He family is gone. I won't do anything to Xia Nai. Don't worry, I won't."
"Don't look for her..." he said with difficulty, "don't tell her..."
He Xiuzi opened his eyes wide in surprise.
"Never...don't say..."
"ian!"
"...Promise me."
"Okay, I promise you." He Xiuzi promised, "Whatever else you ask for, I will promise you, promise you! As long as you...don't...leave me alone..."
"He Xiuzi."
He opened his mouth and finally called her name.
He Xiuzi looked at him with wide eyes, and he looked at her.
His eyes were dark and wet, like a gem about to let go of its last ray of light: "I'm sorry."
At the same time, large tears fell down He Xiuzi's cheeks and hit Mu Xicheng's face.
After saying this, Mu Xicheng seemed to be tired, closed his eyes, and fell into a deep sleep coma again. No matter how He Xiuzi called him, he would not wake up again.
Just after the accident happened, He Xiuzi immediately sent people to the scene...
She thought Mu Xicheng could still hold on. The doctor said it was a miracle that he didn't die immediately.
He kept holding on to that breath, holding on hard, as if he was holding on to a certain belief.
Who knows, the next day, while He Xiuzi was running around the funeral venue, he suddenly received a call saying that Mu Xicheng... was not working...
The long corridor is dark and secluded!
He Xiuzi ran frantically, reached the end, and slammed open the door of the intensive care unit——
Everyone in the room looked over. Assistant Zheng was the first to come up to her. His glasses were wet with tears. He took off his glasses, wiped them hard, pointed to the hospital bed and said, "Miss He, maybe he is waiting for you. You
Go and say goodbye to him."
He Xiuzi's body was numb, like a puppet on strings, walking towards the hospital bed blankly.
The other people got out of the way and waited for her to pass.
But He Xiuzi's steps suddenly froze, and she didn't dare to move anymore.
She didn't dare to step forward, didn't dare to look at him, didn't dare to accept this reality.
Her body suddenly became weak and she was about to squat down. Two people supported her in time and pushed her to the bedside.
Mu Xicheng has been covered with white sheets and the oxygen masks have been removed. There is only air going out, but no air coming in.
He Xiuzi knew that he was really dying.
She looked at him, her legs softened, and she finally knelt down beside the bed.