Dongfang still nodded in tears and responded: "Yes, yes."

"Switch it for me."

Dongfang still puts clothes one by one for Ye Hanming.

Help him lie back on the bed.

Just after changing his clothes, Ye Hanming kept panting, his forehead covered with cold sweat.

Dongfang Yiran took a veil and wiped the cold sweat from Ye Hanming's forehead and whispered: "You are thin, don't sweat and make the wind and cold."

Ye Hanming grabbed Dongfang Yiran's hand and said to her: "No need to wipe it."

He pulled Dongfang Yiran to sit down, Dongfang Yiran looked at him and asked, "Ming'er, what's wrong?"

Ye Hanming did not answer Dongfang Yiran's words, but spoke lightly and said, "If I die, don't be sad.

Too many people die because of me, and I deserve it.”

Dongfang still shook his head.

Ye Hanming's mouth raised slightly and he smiled, "This dress fits very well.

I love so much."

"If you like it, mom will do more in the future."

"mother."

Dongfang Yiran was stunned for a while, reacted and asked, "Ming'er, are you calling me just now?"

Ye Hanming had a very slow mouth and called out, "Mom!"

Dongfang still cried with joy and responded, "Oh!"

Ye Hanming looked at Dongfang Yiran's sad look and smiled bitterly. He thought he had been ruthless since he was a child, but he did not expect that before he died, he would feel distressed because he was crying alone.

I felt my body become numb and stiff, and my vision became blurry.

All the past flashed in front of him, Ye Hanming slowly closed his eyes, and a satisfied smile appeared on his face.

At least, before he died, he finally had his own home, he was no longer an orphan, he had a mother! He would soon find them and atone for those who were murdered by him.

I really wanted to hold my mother's hand, but he was too tired. Dongfang still looked at the hand that suddenly fell to the bed. He had known that he would face such a situation, but it really happened, but her heart hurt.

He shouted heart-wrenchingly: "Ming'er! Ming'er! Wake up, look at your mother."

When Yu Juechen heard the movement, Ye Hanyuan had already died.

He walked into the room and stood behind Dongfang Yiran. Seeing her crying sadly, Yu Juechen's palm fell on Dongfang Yiran's shoulders, and stood silently behind her and comforted her silently.

Dongfang still kept sobbing. She held Ye Hanming's cold hand tightly and rubbed it hard, "Ming'er, why are your hands so cold?

Don’t be afraid, mom will warm you up.”

As he said that, he hurriedly pulled up some of the quilt on Ye Hanming's body, wrapped him tightly, and only his pale, bloodless face leaked out.

Yu Juechen looked at Dongfang Yiran, took a light breath, and came to Dongfang Yiran in a blink of an eye, slowly squatted in front of Dongfang Yiran, looked up at her desperate and sad, and spoke, saying word by word: "Mom, Ye Hanming is dead."

Dongfang still froze and tears burst out from his eyes.

She stared at Yu Juechen blankly, her throat making her feel even more uncomfortable, "Is Ming'er dead?"

Yu Juechen stood up and brought Dongfang Yiran into his arms. He felt the person in his arms trembling. Yu Juechen gently patted Dongfang Yiran's back and comforted her silently.

He knew that his mother suffered from losing her child, and all he could do was to be with her when her mother needed him.
Chapter completed!