"Huahua, are you okay?" Chenxing turned around and looked at him worriedly.
Why is everything okay?
It's a big deal!!!
Huahua stared at the woman in front of her with red eyes, leaned against the door to support herself, and said feebly: "Tell me, nothing my brother said is true!"
Even if he was the first among the brothers to have a premonition, even if Sissi told him her suspicions before, even if he had searched brother's room before, when brother finally settled the matter in person.
He couldn't accept it when he came out! He couldn't accept it at all!
Lou Gehrig's disease!
absurd!
How could there be such a ridiculous thing in this world!
His brother is obviously an invincible god!
Chenxing stood there with mixed feelings, slightly lowering his eyebrows, "Huahua, it's true."
Then she turned around and walked into his living room, sat on the sofa, took off her shoes and curled up on the sofa, hugged her knees, knocked her head on her knees, and slowly closed her eyes.
"I hope more than anyone that this isn't true."
"But, this is a fact. Shaocheng's body is getting worse day by day, especially in the middle of the night. He often groans in pain." Then he hugged her tightly, hugged her tightly, and buried his head.
In the hollow of her neck, she gritted her teeth and made a squeaking sound.
"At that time, I didn't even dare to open my eyes, so I could only pretend to sleep, pretend not to hear anything, pretend nothing happened, and listen silently to him enduring the pain, sometimes for an hour, sometimes for two
For hours, sometimes he would take several sleeping pills, and sometimes he would be in pain all night."
"I don't even dare to think about what kind of pain will crush Shaocheng and make him moan unbearably."
As he spoke, his vision gradually blurred and became wet.
Huahua walked over step by step and sat on another single sofa, but the next second her buttocks left the sofa, and her whole body slowly relaxed to the ground.
He crossed his arms and buried his head deeply in his knees. "Don't say it, Chenxing, don't say it..."
Huahua relaxed slowly, held his head in his hands, and buried his head deeply in his knees. In the quiet living room, his suppressed crying gradually came out.
He didn't want to hear it, he really didn't want to hear a word.
"Please, tell me, my brother is not sick, Chenxing, I beg you, lie to me."
However, he couldn't wait for a long time to hear what he wanted to hear.
Huahua raised her head, her eyes, which were always affectionate and pretty, were filled with tears and pleading: "Sister-in-law, please, tell me that this is not true, even if you lie to me, okay?"
"...Okay?" He raised his voice.
The position of his heart was throbbing with pain, so painful that he could not breathe!
He just wanted a word, a word that could cure this pain, but Chenxing clenched his mouth and remained silent. He couldn't help but get angry, scolded, and was extremely excited: "Can you do it! Can you do it!"
Chenxing looked at him with tears in his eyes: "I want this sentence more than you do!"
"I hope more than you that Shaocheng won't be sick. I hope more than you that Shaocheng is a man so strong that the sick dare not provoke him. But..." Her throat rolled violently, and she burst into tears. Her last voice was weak and weak.
Zou Chang: "Huahua, he is young... He is seriously ill. This is a fact, it is a fact..." It is still a fact that cannot be changed!