The crown prince's pet

Wen Xin fell into a coma for a whole day and night, her subconscious mind was tangled and evasive, her hands anxiously wanted to grab something, her tightly knit eyebrows hadn't been relaxed since she closed her eyes Pass.

Mo Sijue was lying beside her in his clothes. He hugged her for as long as she slept. He listened to her helpless murmurs. Those heartbreaking calls were all called by Li Yan's name. .

Waking up again, the world also lost its color.

"Baby, where is my baby? Li Yan..." Wen Xin couldn't see anyone, and couldn't see anything clearly. She closed her eyes and groped from the bed to the ground. Mo Sijue stood behind her. Looking at her, Wen Xin didn't cry any more, but the brilliance of the past could no longer be seen in her eyes, and instead there was a dead void.

Warm and crazy——

Seeing Wen Suxin collapsed in front of her with her own eyes, and her son falling from a ten-story building in front of her eyes, her psychological endurance has reached its limit.

Mo Sijue guessed that she would end up like this, because that time she mistakenly thought that she was raped by Daniel, and she was already mentally disturbed. At that time, the doctor said that she was extremely insecure in her heart, and her fragile nerves no longer I can't stand any more stimulation.

However, such a cruel scene was staged in front of her, could she still remain normal?

"Where is the baby, my child..." Wen Xin was like a child abandoned by the whole world, she wanted to grab what she wanted to keep, but when she woke up, she saw strange people around her, strange In this scene, her world also collapsed.

She was blaming herself, her consciousness remained sober at the moment Li Yan was killed, she did not protect her child well!

"Xin'er, don't be afraid, don't be afraid, I'm still here, you and me, and Nuan Nuan, will get better, will get better!" Mo Sijue didn't know what words he should use to comfort her, now She, that fragile heart, is no tougher than a newborn baby.

Hot tears fell from his eye sockets, and when he held Wen Xin from behind, she was like a trapped animal, struggling with all her strength, Mo Sijue once again realized that in her world, No one can go in except the children.

Wen Xin's mood swings began to become intense, she punished him by hurting herself at all costs, Mo Sijue's heart was bleeding, he had already prepared for the worst, no matter what she became, he would never give up She is gone!

Wenxin didn't see Li Yan's last face. She was still asleep at that time, but Wenxin seemed to feel that something important had been lost in her life. Even in her sleep, she kept crying, shout.

Mo Sijue looked at that little baby, from the time he was born to when he left, it was only less than 100 days, his heart was pierced like a knife!

Even though he knew that this child would not live long, his arrival gave warm hope and gave him hope. Even his departure was beyond his expectation. Apart from heartache, Mo Sijue was more about confession. He failed to protect his son!

Wenxin was taken back to the Tsinghua Garden Villa by Mo Sijue. He knew that she had started preparing a baby room for the baby very early on. Even those clothes were prepared by herself. He had seen her concentrating on drawing design drawings and knitting sweaters. The serious look at that time, so bright, so beautiful, oh, that is the brilliance of his woman giving his son a mother's love.

The baby room was locked, and Mo Sijue cleaned up all the things in the villa, in order to leave a little bit of clues that touched Wen Xin's wound, but all he did was to Wen Xin , have lost their meaning.

The matter of Wen Suxin's burial was arranged by Mo Sijue alone, and he did not make things difficult for Yin Yunxuan anymore. The two close relatives, one is the mother who has raised her warmly for 20 years, and the other is her son who was born seven months pregnant. Not even a little bit of blood, warm, there is nothing to lose!

Wenxin opened her eyes and clamored for a baby, but in her memory, she couldn't even remember what Li Yan looked like. It was a piece of meat that fell from her body. She could not remember anyone, but she deeply I remember she had a child.

After returning home for a week, Wen Xin would be woken up every night. Now her mind is equivalent to that of a baby, and she doesn't even remember Mo Sijue. She doesn't hate anyone, but she doesn't love anyone either.

She guarded herself like a hedgehog, refusing anyone to approach her, just like those nights when Mo Sijue sneaked into Yin's house to see her every day, and only when she fell asleep could he be unscrupulous Hug her, kiss her, feel her!

"The baby is crying, he is calling me..." Mo Sijue was awakened by the warm crying, and he quickly pushed the door in from the next room. There was only one door between the two rooms, and he opened it on purpose because The warmth now, even repulses his approach at all.

Mo Sijue turned on the lights in the room, and saw that Wenxin had stepped on the window sill barefoot. Even though it was covered by a heavy metal barrier, Mo Sijue was still terrified.

Under the bright crystal lamp, he saw that Wen Xin's face was full of tears. She finally cried, and she cried so sad and helpless.

"Xin'er, what are you looking for? May I help you?"

Mo Sijue didn't dare to speak loudly, he was afraid of scaring her, he carefully stood behind her and observed her every day, if she wouldn't let him touch him, he wouldn't touch her, even if she didn't see him, he wouldn't Mind, this is already good, at least she doesn't hate him, she didn't argue to leave him!

Mo Sijue knew in his heart that this situation would not last long, and Wen Xin's situation was very bad. The doctor said that if she continued to be autistic like this, she might really develop into a mental patient, but what did it matter, she was still Wen Xin , or his favorite woman!

He couldn't bear to leave her in the cold hospital. He said he would give her a home and Nuan Nuan a home. She hadn't put on a wedding dress for him yet and became his most beautiful bride.

"Hush, listen, the baby is crying, the baby is calling me..." Wen Xin didn't know whether she was talking to herself or answering Mo Sijue's question. A white nightdress, the curtains were blown in a beautiful arc by the wind, wrapping her petite body, but he couldn't even see her shadow.

"Xin'er, can you come down? The baby isn't crying, he's sleeping, let's not disturb him, shall we?" Mo Sijue approached step by step, and just when his hand was about to touch her ankle, he felt warm. Suddenly screamed and kicked him away, "Don't touch me, you are all bad guys, you are going to hurt my baby, bad guys, all bad guys..."