Refusing to marry a wealthy family: the young mistress fled 99 times

He Xiuzi's heart trembled, and tears flowed freely: "I am not Xia Nai, I am He Xiuzi! Look at me! I know how reluctant you are to see me, but don't mistake me again! I don't want to be with you I have never appeared before in my life... You want to see Shana, don't you? I'm going to find your Shana now, and let her come to see you—"

He Xiuzi stood up and was about to leave, but suddenly grabbed her wrist with one hand.

She couldn't believe that Mu Xicheng, whose body was so badly burned that he could no longer move, stretched out his hand and held her tightly.

She stood up straight, her mind roaring, seeing Mu Xicheng's lips moving, she wanted to say something more.

She bent down again, desperately, holding back tears: "You say, I will listen."

Mu Xicheng half-opened his eyes, the eyes were bloodshot, but the pupils were unusually dark, so dark that they were bright, like dazzling gemstones under the sun.

"Let them go..."

He Xiuzi nodded and held his hand: "Father is dead, and the He family is gone. I won't do anything to Xia Nai. Don't worry, I won't."

"Don't look for her..." he said with difficulty, "don't tell her..."

He Xiuzi opened his eyes wide in surprise.

"Never...don't say..."

"Ian!"

"…promise me."

"Okay, I promise you." He Xiuzi promised, "I promise you anything you want, I promise you! As long as you...don't...leave me alone..."

"He Xiuzi."

He opened his mouth and finally called her name.

He Xiuzi opened her eyes wide and looked at him, and he also looked at her.

His eyes were dark and wet, like gems about to let go of their last gleam: "I'm sorry."

At the same time, big tears fell down He Xiuzi's cheeks and hit Mu Xicheng's face.

After saying this, Mu Xicheng seemed to be exhausted, closed his eyes, and fell into a deep sleep coma again, no matter what He Xiuzi called him, he would not wake up again.

Immediately after the accident happened, He Xiuzi immediately sent people to the scene...

She thought that Mu Xicheng could still hold on, but the doctor said it was a miracle that he didn't die immediately.

He has been holding on to that breath, holding on hard, as if he is sticking to a certain belief.

Who knows, the next day, when He Xiuzi was busy at the funeral, she suddenly received a phone call, saying that it was Mu Xicheng...it can't be done...

The long corridors are dark and secluded!

He Xiuzi ran crazily, ran to the end, and slammed open the door of the intensive care room——

All the people in the room looked over, Assistant Zheng was the first to greet him, his glasses were wet with tears, he took off his glasses, wiped them vigorously, pointed to the hospital bed and said, "Miss He, maybe he is waiting for you, you Go and say goodbye to him."

He Xiuzi's body was numb, like a marionette, and he walked towards the hospital bed blankly.

The others stepped aside one after another, waiting for her to pass by.

But He Xiuzi's footsteps suddenly froze, and she didn't dare to move anymore.

She dared not step forward, dare not look at him, dare not accept this reality.

Her body suddenly became weak and she was about to squat down. Two people supported her in time and pushed her to the hospital bed.

Muxi city has been covered with a white sheet, and the oxygen mask has been evacuated, so there is only air going out, not in.

He Xiuzi knew that he was really dying.

She looked at him, her legs softened, and she finally knelt down beside the bed.

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