School grass, your foodie is gone again

Chapter 898 She Doesn't Deserve You

"Uh."

Shu Yacheng raised his eyes in disbelief, and the eyes radiated light.

"Grandpa, grandpa, is what you said true?" This must be the biggest surprise in her life for her.

"Don't worry, you are the most suitable wife for Han'er."

After finishing speaking, he picked up the crutches again and walked forward with his back straight.

Shu Yacheng's haggard face finally revealed a gleam of joy, holding hands, silently followed Nangong De's back.

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In the silent ward.

All the decorations are white, cool and quiet...

At the end of July, she just stood there quietly, with tears in her eyes.

Lying on the hospital bed, he was so haggard and emaciated, with only skin and bones left in his whole body, just one look, it was so painful that it was hard to breathe.

Taking heavy steps, getting closer to him little by little, and taking a step forward, the more strongly he feels the breath of his existence.

Finally, came to his side.

Wearing an oxygen mask, he was breathing in pain, his pale face looked like he was drowning, and he opened his mouth, trying hard to take a breath of air.

"Woo..."

Thinking of him, who has always been noble and proud, with such a fragile appearance, like densely packed needles, piercing her heart, the pain made it difficult for her to breathe, and she suppressed the sound of crying in grief.

"Why... you didn't tell me, it was all my fault, why didn't you tell me?" She choked up helplessly.

He buried the pain in his heart like this, how could she believe that he would be that kind of person, he knew that mother was the most important thing to her, how could she believe that he would do something to hurt her Woolen cloth?

"Woo... woo woo..."

He tightly covered his mouth with his hands, not letting himself cry out, for fear of waking him up.

The feeling of suffocation in the heart is like being put into a sponge, and then slowly expands, filling the whole heart to the full without leaking a single gap.

On the hospital bed, he was breathing with difficulty, and his whole head was extremely confused.

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A soul trapped in dreams repeatedly.

Come to a vast white space, where there are no leaves, no wind, no blue sky, no flowers...

The world was terribly silent, and he was tightly surrounded by thick fog.

He didn't know who he was, forgot where he came from, and where he wanted to go. He kept wandering in the fog and couldn't get out.

He kept walking, until he was exhausted, and when he was very thirsty and hungry, he kept walking.

"Woo... woo woo..."

"Why are you so stupid? Have you forgotten your original self? At that time, you were so proud, so confident,... She is not worthy of you."

The slender footsteps stopped suddenly, and there were bursts of crying and low whispers in the silent air.

He carefully searched for the source of the sound, but the thick fog made him unable to find anyone, only the intermittent sound kept crashing into his eardrums.

Looking at his black eyebrows tangled together, Qiyue felt a pain in her heart, stretched out her hand, and tried to smooth his wrinkled lines.

He murmured hoarsely, "...I'm so stupid, I have seen you suffer like that with my own eyes so many times, but I never thought it was because of me."

Nangong Han's chest breathing became more and more violent.

In his dream, he vaguely heard what the girl said. He was confused and kept looking for the voice.

"Seven... seven... July...."

He tried his best to shout out, but he called out this name. He didn't know why he called out this name. He only knew that he wanted to find this person over and over again.

When he turned around, a white figure came into his eyes.

(End of this chapter)