"Are you really not willing to call me mom anymore?" Yi Meifeng's outstretched hand fell in mid-air, looking at her son's stern face, she burst into tears, "I know, I was wrong... but mom too

It’s all for your own good.”

The man stood in front of the bed, "Mom, I said I can't live without Xia Yan. You really went too far this time. Xia Yan is pregnant with my child. How can you bear to let her suffer like that?"

Yi Meifeng tightened her lips and let the tears fall from the corners of her eyes, "It was Mom's fault. Mom just knew... you would go crazy without her, so you didn't dare to touch her... But Mom, please... you

There must be nothing wrong...go and have a good physical examination..."

Yi Meifeng spoke intermittently, her voice beginning to tremble.

Yi Beihan clenched his fists and looked at the weak Yi Meifeng on the hospital bed with his dark eyes, but he didn't know what to say.

Her so-called good for him never took into account his feelings and was based on his pain.

"Han..." Yi Meifeng murmured, and stretched out her right hand weakly towards Yi Beihan, "Can you call me one last time, okay... Mom is dying... Please... you, Yuan, forgive... Mom

…”

Yi Beihan pursed his thin lips tightly, and his face turned blue with coldness.

He took a step forward and just stretched out his hand, but saw Yi Meifeng's hand stopped in mid-air, suddenly dropped, shook a few times, and finally stopped.

A sudden heartbreaking pain came from his chest. Yi Beihan's veined hands supported the low cabinet next to him and he slowly stepped forward.

Looking at Yi Meifeng with her eyes closed on the hospital bed, she yelled hoarsely——

"mom--"

……………………

midnight.

In the bedroom, Xia Yan sat on a rocking chair in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, looking out the window without blinking.

He hasn't come back yet, has something happened?

I wanted to call him several times, but I resisted.

Because I am afraid that I will be speechless.

In the second half of the night, I gradually became sleepy and fell asleep leaning on the rocking chair.

As soon as Yi Beihan opened the door and walked in, he saw the thin figure in front of the window.

He took two quick steps forward and lifted the thin quilt from her body, only to see that she had not changed her clothes at all.

The dirty marks on her hands and neck are still there.

The clothes she was wearing were still the same as the day she disappeared, and there was a big tear on her shoulder, which seemed to have been torn open by someone.

Yi Beihan felt a pain in his heart and carefully picked her up and walked into the bathroom.

Xia Yan didn't finally wake up until his body was hugged tightly and put in hot water.

She looked vaguely at the familiar handsome face of the man in front of her, a sweet smile immediately appeared on her lips, she hooked her arms around his neck and gave him a kiss.

"Sit down and let my husband give you a bath."

Xia Yan reached out and held down his arm, looking embarrassed.

She is so dirty...

"Fool, are you still shy now?"

Yi Beihan kissed her on the lips several times lovingly, wetted the towel, and gently wiped her body.

Xia Yan was now skinny and skinny, and Yi Beihan only felt a tingling sensation when he stroked his palm.

"Baby, I'm sorry..." Yi Beihan put his arms around her and couldn't help but apologize.

Xia Yan quietly nestled in his arms, looking at Yi Beihan without blinking, letting him clean her body.

After taking a bath, Yi Beihan wrapped her body in a bath towel, placed her on the bed, and covered her with a quilt.

When Xia Yan saw Yi Beihan coming back, a stone finally fell in his heart.

The basement was already damp, so Yi Meifeng only asked someone to add a quilt to her. Xia Yan thought she would never forget those days when it was cold and bone-destroying.
Chapter completed!