Suddenly, a large palm gripped her small hand.

She raised her head and looked at Lu Jinhan beside her.

Immediately, she was hugged into her arms by Lu Jinhan, patted her on the back with her big palm, and said, "Don't take it to heart, what they say about them, you don't pay attention to it." ”

"Hmm."

She nodded, and hugged the man's lean waist back.

After her mother passed away, she had no place in the Song family, and she was like a stranger to the relatives of the Song family, and she had no feelings.

What they say, it really has nothing to do with her.

She only does what she thinks is right.

After the funeral, Song Yinyin walked out of the funeral hall and was greeted by an extremely cold air, even if she was wearing a thick down jacket, she couldn't help but shrink a little.

Lu Jinhan stretched out his big palm, held her, and took it inside.

Song Yinyin sniffed, looked up at him, and said, "Thank you today." ”

He couldn't help but help her take care of everything, and he always stayed by her side, comforting her at any time, making her heart warm and stable.

Even in such a depressing atmosphere, she was able to survive peacefully and strongly.

"Fools, we are husband and wife."

He only replied lightly.

Song Yinyin's heart warmed, and she couldn't help but sniff and hugged Lu Jinhan back.

Finally, she looked up at him again and asked, "Can you go with me to another place?" ”

As if he had already guessed her thoughts, the corners of Lu Jinhan's mouth folded slightly, and he asked, "Do you want to go to the hospital to see Song Huaizhong?" ”

"Hmm." Song Yinyin nodded.

He put her little hand in his pocket: "Let's go." ”

Lu Jinhan drove Song Yinyin to the hospital where Song Huaizhong was staying.

Not long after Song Huaizhong was transferred from the emergency room to the exclusive ward, he had not yet woken up.

He slept quietly on the hospital bed with his eyes closed, his face bloodless.

Song Yinyin stood on the edge of the bed in a daze, looking at Song Huaizhong's face, and was surprised to find his sideburns, and he didn't know when gray hair had grown.

His face was much thinner and haggard, and he looked at least ten years older than before......

All along, in Song Yinyin's mind, he is full of spirit and energy, and even his speech is full of energy.

But in just one month, he has aged so much?

She used to hate Song Huaizhong so much, but now, she actually felt that Song Huaizhong was a little pitiful.

Song Yinyin pursed her lips hard, pulled the corners of her mouth, and then said softly: "Dad......"

Song Huaizhong's eyelids moved, and he slowly opened his eyes, and there seemed to be no focus for the first moment, but he immediately found Song Yinyin, and opened his mouth with some difficulty.

But he couldn't speak, his voice was hoarse, he could only open his mouth, gasping for breath, and finally had to give up speaking.

He looked at Song Yinyin with anxious eyes, and wanted to reach out to grab her, but he didn't even have the strength to grab her.

Probably seeing what he wanted to do, Song Yinyin said at a very slow pace: "Don't worry, I have already completed Song Anqi's funeral, and I chose the best cemetery in the funeral home for her." ”

After a pause, she raised her eyelids to look at Song Huaizhong again, and said, "You just had surgery, please mourn and change, only if you take good care of your body, you can take care of Aunt Lan in the future." ”

Taking one last look at Song Huaizhong, Song Yinyin took a deep breath and turned around to leave.

However, Hao's wrist was suddenly held by something cold.

Song Yinyin looked down and saw that it was Song Huaizhong's withered hands, which were tightly grasping her wrists.