She lowered her eyes, with a serious and focused expression, and pinned the cufflinks on the cuffs of his shirt with extreme caution. Looking at the cufflinks that became more and more sparkling and dazzling against the backdrop of the white shirt, she
She raised the corners of her lips, as if speaking to Yang Mufan, or murmuring to herself, she said: "It's nice to finally put on the cufflinks."
Over the years, she no longer remembered how many jobs she had done, nor how hard those jobs were.
Looking back carefully, she seemed to remember nothing of those dark but busy days, but her mind was full of: sleepless nights tossing and turning, the cunning but desolate moonlight, covering the entire small room, she lay on the bed tossing and turning to sleep
Unable to do so, he simply took out the ruby cufflinks from the bedside table and held them tightly to his chest.
It hurt, but she felt at least a little hopeful.
That cufflink not only simply represented that it was the only thing that Yang Mufan left to her, but also represented that at least there was a period of time when that man was really nice to her, even though that goodness had been destroyed.
She destroyed it with her own hands.
On those cold nights, she often fantasized about how she would return the cufflinks to Yang Mufan if he came back one day.
She thought about this scene countless times.
But I never expected that when he came back, there would be another her by his side.
At that time, she swore in her heart: This would be it for the rest of her life, she would take this cufflink into the coffin silently.
However, she seemed to overestimate her own perseverance and ability.
Whether it was her young self or herself as a mother, she was always incompetent and hopeless in front of Yang Mufan.
She doesn't know why she likes a man so much in this life. If there is an afterlife, even if she still doesn't like her, she will still like him, and she will like him so persistently.
Yang Mufan lowered his eyes and quietly looked at the cufflinks with a faint red light blooming on the cuffs, feeling slightly absent-minded. At the same time, at that moment, he didn't know how to face Mu Wanqing.
He was squirming his dry thin lips just now, trying to say something, but he was not allowed to speak. The thin figure, which had been hunched over and standing precariously beside him, suddenly dwarfed rapidly.
Quick eyes and quick hands can catch it.
At that moment, Mu Wanqing, who fainted, was immediately held tightly in his arms.
In an instant, Yang Mufan realized that today was the first time in so many years that he hugged her. Today, she is much thinner than she was three years ago. In the past, although Mu Wanqing was also very thin, she was thinner than she was three years ago.
Years ago, at least her body was very strong and she was not so handicapped when he hugged her. But today, when he held her in his arms, he could only feel the bones one after another through her thin clothes...
When Wen Xiaorou heard the news and rushed over, Yang Mufan had already left the hospital. In front of the ward, only Sirius, who had arrived before her, was watching.
Seeing Wen Xiaorou rushing over with raging anger wrapped around her body, Sirius instinctively stood up from the chair and blocked the door: "Second sister-in-law."
"Get out of the way!" Wen Xiaorou scolded with a shocking red light in her eyes.
Hearing this, Sirius frowned, hesitated for a moment, and then he said: "Second brother gave us instructions before he left. No one can come in and disturb Miss Mu's rest."
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