On Christmas Day, Ling Yi sent a text message to Li Mingchen as usual - Mingchen, Merry Christmas!

After texting, she put her phone back in the drawer.

But a few seconds later, I heard a text message ringing in the drawer.

Christmas is coming, such a blessing text message, she has received dozens of messages from last night to now.

I didn't look at it, but in the end, I opened the drawer and took out my phone.

After unlocking, I went into the SMS box, but the next second my hand froze.

The unread text messages displayed were sent by Li Mingchen.

Li Mingchen's three words were like an imprint on her heart, and they stinged all of a sudden.

She hadn't received a text message from Li Mingchen for a while.

After that he told her not to wait any longer, she never received it again.

Even if she insisted on texting him every day, she never replied.

And this time he replied.

Checking the text messages with some trembling - Merry Christmas, Ling Yi!

When Ling Yi saw this text message, the excitement just now disappeared without a trace.

This is not a text message from Li Mingchen.

It's just that someone else used her phone to text her back.

Unprecedented despair came over us.

It even made her feel desperate than hearing Li Chenxi say that her brother's operation failed.

Because Li Chenxi said that the operation failed, her brother did not wake up, which made her feel even more desperate.

She hadn't seen it herself, so she could choose not to believe it.

But this text message was not sent by Li Mingchen.

That is, someone is using Li Mingchen's mobile phone.

Li Mingchen had asked Li Chenxi to call her on his behalf before.

But this is what Li Mingchen explained.

And this text message was obviously not confessed by Li Mingchen,

Otherwise it wouldn't be this tone of speech.

This is also the first time that Ling Yi has been so truly aware of the fact that Li Mingchen's operation failed.

Boundless pain swept over like a tidal wave.

Ling Yi finally couldn't restrain himself, his eyes went dark, and he fainted.

The last consciousness was faintly hearing someone screaming.

Ling Yi kept walking, and kept walking in a vast area where he couldn't see clearly.

As I walked, I was looking for it.

What to look for, she didn't know.

But I knew I had to find it.

Until-

"Mingchen, Mingchen-"

"Yiyi, I'm my mother, Yiyi-"

Hearing her mother's anxious voice, Ling Yi slowly opened her eyes, and her gaze seemed to be out of focus.

It took a while before I could see the person standing by the bed.

"Mom—" Ling Yi called.

The voice was terrifyingly hoarse as if it had been rubbed over sandpaper.

"Kid, it's okay, it's okay!" Lin Xu'er cried with joy.

Ling Yi turned his head to see the drip bottle and realized that it was not at home.

"Mom, why am I here?" Ling Yi struggled to sit up.

But the whole body is weak.

"Son, just lie down, you've been asleep for two days.

Hungry or not, Mom made you soup. Lin Xu'er hurriedly pressed Ling Yi, stopped her from getting up and said.

"A little thirsty!" Ling Yi replied.

"Oh, then I'll pour you a glass of water." Lin Xu'er said hurriedly.

The so-called concern is chaotic, which is the current situation of Lin Xu'er.

At this time, the door to the ward opened from the outside.

Ling Yi saw that it was his father who walked in.

"Daddy—"

"Yiyi, wake up!" Ling Hao was like an electric shock, and suddenly raised his head to look at Ling Yi and said happily.

"Hmm!" Ling Yi smiled