"Mom...... Mother! …… Mom...... "Mother," the son cried, chasing, and threw himself on the body of the mother who was about to collapse, shouting, "I want my mother to ......"

"Fleur! Hibiscus! Hibiscus...... I blame you...... You...... Don't do that...... You truly love me, and I truly love you...... If you...... I am with you...... In the end, in the yang world, we have not been able to be a long-term husband and wife, in the underworld, we will never be separated, okay......" Qin Zhongzhong knelt on the ground and cried with both hands holding Han Furong, who loved him wholeheartedly.

"Fleur...... Kid ......"

"Kid! Hibiscus...... Children can't live without you...... Loyalty can't live without you...... We can't live without you......"

Qin's loyal father and mother shouted and cried.

"Han Furong! You have to control your feelings, control your emotions, you can't let Qin Zhongzhong's whole family die for you! Wu Ying and his wife persuaded.

"It's rare! Infatuation! The people of Daqinzhuang praised.

"Who are you? You hold me, you're a hooligan! Live hooligans! I'm not clean, I've slept with rogue men, head to head, don't humiliate you, get out, get out of here! Opening her eyes slightly, Han Furong, who was delirious, said to Qin Zhongzhong, who was holding her, "What about my child?" No, now he is Qin Zhongzhong's child, and he has nothing to do with me...... Han Furong said and turned her back on her breath.

"Hurry up, pound lightly, pinch the middle of the person, and pull out the phlegm!" Several elderly people rushed forward to help.

"Loyalty, hurry up and carry it home and lie on the bed for a while, otherwise it will kill you like this." Another old man said.

"Quick!" Several people worked together to hand Han Furong to Qin Zhongzhong's back. Qin Zhongzhong carried it on his back, and the people on both sides helped him to run home quickly.

"Put me down! I'm going home to see my mom and dad! Han Furong struggled, shouting, her hands beating, and her mouth biting.

"Fight, bite, as long as I can get your anger, I don't feel pain." Qin Zhongzhong said as he walked forward with his back on his back, putting Han Furong on the bed.

"I'm going home! I have to see my parents! Han Furong struggled out of bed after eating again, and fell to the ground. Qin Zhongzhong hurriedly carried her to the bed again, Han Furong had no strength to struggle, just panting for breath, and unconsciously fell asleep, Zhongzhong cooked for the child to eat, and waited in front of the bed with Zhijian in his arms.

Everyone dispersed, and the loyal father and mother let Mu Siying and his wife eat and send them outside the gate, and thanked each other and said goodbye.

It was late at night, Zhijian closed his eyes and fell asleep, Qin Zhongzhong took off his son's coat and put it on the bed to cover the quilt and tuck it, for fear that he would be frozen in the wind and cool air, and then lay on the bed alone and sobbed, choking, looking at Han Furong's emaciated and haggard face, sourness welled up in his heart, tears overflowed his eyes, and the bloody clothes on his shoulders refracted a fiery red color and bloody stains in the light.

The first watch passed, the second watch passed, the third watch passed, and in the blink of an eye, Han Furong woke up unconsciously, looked at the wall, looked at the bed, looked at the lamp, looked at the quilt, "Where am I now?" In hell, or in heaven? In the thatched hut where we want to eat? Not like! There is no such warmth there, there is no quilt to cover the body of a bed, there is a ventilated wall, there are not so bright kerosene lamps there, there are no relatives there, only moulting and threatening jackals, who is the person lying on my stomach next to my bed? What did he weep over and on, and his heart grieved? Is he a red patch on his shoulder? Why is there blood flowing? Is he loyal to the person I've always loved? How could his distant figure not come back to me? Yes or no, let me gently touch his hair, put my hand on my nose and smell if it is his smell, his fragrance! Chasing a playful childhood, what an unforgettable time! The happy memories of love will never be forgotten by me! Do you regret your choice? What if you find another one? Why didn't he marry for so many years? Who do you hope to be matched with? Forgive him, his son needs a father and a mother! Separated, who shelters the child from the wind and rain! Who sews and mends the children's clothes? Thinking of this, Han Furong also shed sad tears, and thousands of tears dripped from the pillow.