"He wants to protect you, so he doesn't want to reveal his vulnerability. He loves you very much."

Hai Qingqing was already sobbing, and Ding Yiyi was crying, feeling guilty inside. She thought of his always pale face and his increasingly thin body.

Hai Qingqing left at some point, and she was left alone in the corridor again. She sat on a cold chair, her eyes falling on a travel bag sent by Ye Chuyun.

She opened it tremblingly, and there were four half-empty medicine bottles inside. A piece of 4a paper was folded neatly, and the font on it was very graceful.

‘I am willing to love you all my life and promise to be by your side when you are most sad. We will be very happy.

We will go to many places together to hold hands and watch the sunset, and see the scenery of the world together. You will no longer be afraid of nightmares, because I will dispel the haze in your dreams.

Maybe we will quarrel or have a cold war, then I hope you don’t bow your head first, don’t admit your mistakes, give me some time to repent, make amends, and never lose confidence in me. My best regards to my favorite lover.’

Some words on the paper were smeared with black pen, and it was obvious that they were carefully written. Ding Yiyi bent down and buried her face in her arms, and a silver arc-shaped object fell from her coat.

That recorder was explained by Ye Nianmo after the Guo Daqing incident. She looked at the people in the ward with red eyes and slowly pressed the answer button.

"You must be crying now. You must be extremely disappointed when facing the hateful me. I love you very much, and I also love that unborn child.

I forced myself to forgive your negligence, but found that it was difficult to forgive. But when I finally had to make a choice, I did not hesitate at all. The child's life was returned to Aoxue that time, and I owe you.

I will pay you back with my life."

The low final note disappeared in the choked voice, and her heart seemed to be being pulled by countless forces, which was so painful that she couldn't breathe.

A white handkerchief was handed over to her, and she raised her tearful eyes. Ye Nianmo didn't know when he appeared, and he didn't know how long he stood there.

She raised her hand to knock off the handkerchief and growled: "You already knew that Chuyun was sick, right? Why did you show up so early! If it weren't for you, he wouldn't have fainted suddenly."

He stood quietly and let her vent and collapse. If he could never do it again, his choice would still be this.

Ding Yiyi squatted on the ground helplessly, and suddenly murmured: "No, it's me. It was my vacillation that harmed him. I should be firmer."

He knew she was about to collapse, so he gritted his teeth and pulled her up, "You should rest."

"Don't touch me, please let me punish myself." Ding Yiyi's eyes were blurry. She had not eaten for nearly ten hours and her body was extremely weak.

There was a numbness and pain in the back of her neck. Ye Nianmo caught her limp body and sighed heavily.

She watched Ye Chuyun gradually go away from the cold grave and the lonely back. She shouted and heard someone calling her from behind.

"Chu Yun." She turned around in surprise and saw a tombstone. The person on the tombstone had a blank look.

"Chu Yun!"

"Are you okay?" the foreign nurse gently poured her a glass of water, "your friend is still in the intensive care unit."

Ding Yiyi took the water and took a sip, feeling better now. "Do you know Chu Yun?"

The nurse nodded, "Of course, he came here once five years ago, chose conservative treatment and later left."

"Why are you leaving?" Ding Yiyi almost muttered to herself.
Chapter completed!