"Sister, you go back first, I'll go back by myself later." After You Ziyu stood firmly on the ground, she raised her head and barely squeezed out a smile at Mo Lanyan.

Although this smile was not visible to his Lan Ember sister at all.

His smile was never hidden under a mask.

"Can you do it yourself?" Mo Lan Ember didn't worry about You Ziyu at all.

"Sister, I can do it."

Perhaps feeling the resoluteness of You Ziyu's attitude, Mo Lanyan hesitated for a moment and left.

She was afraid that her firmness would hurt You Ziyu's self-esteem.

After You Ziyu was sure that Mo Lanyan had left, she stretched out her hand to hold on to the cold wall, and it hurt so much that the whole person shrank quickly.

If it weren't for the painkillers that suppressed some of the pain, he might have gone crazy by now.

Now that the painkillers were getting less effective, he knew it might be a sign before he died.

But he didn't want to die in pain, he didn't want to die like this.

Although he didn't have much meaning in living, he couldn't die without meaning.

You Ziyu stood on the wall for a long time before going to the toilet, and after finishing all this, it had already taken half an hour.

You Ziyu suddenly found that people are so tired when they are alive, not only tired, but also painful.

In fact, these physiological problems can be solved in the special ward set up, but You Ziyu is unwilling.

He wanted to live happily, like a normal patient.

In fact, he doesn't like to walk, he doesn't like to talk, and he doesn't like to laugh.

Whether it's walking or talking and smiling, it hurts.

It's just that he kept the pain to a minimum.

Especially in front of Sister Lan Yan, he almost covered it all up, trying to make Sister Lan Yan feel that he was fine.

He didn't want Sister Lan Ember to worry about him, so he thought it was to maintain his little pitiful self-esteem.

The self-esteem that he had already thrown aside, but he didn't expect to find it back in front of Sister Lan Yan.

You Ziyu's face turned pale, and she smiled bitterly in her heart.

At this time, a group of six or seven-year-old children walked past You Ziyu talking and laughing.

You Ziyu didn't care about it at first, until she suddenly reacted at the end. He stopped abruptly and turned his head to look at the boy in the middle.

In his hands, white daisies?

You Ziyu was a little unsure, but with his current body, he would definitely not be able to catch up and confirm.

White daisy, white daisy.

You Ziyu was completely flustered, was it those white daisies from his secret garden?

"Hey, if you want me to pick some more for you."

"Isn't there still a little bit in the back garden?"

"Okay, don't be sad."

"Let's go, let's go."

Those little children said words that made You Ziyu tremble.

"Don't go."

You Ziyu used almost all her strength to shout out this sentence.

And these words only made the children look back, look at him, and leave with a smile again.

Don't go, don't go.

You Ziyu really wanted to catch up, but his body was too painful. You Ziyu narrowed her eyes, calmed down, and walked quickly to the elevator with the pain.

The stairs they walked, he should have caught up with him if he took the elevator.

The white daisies can't be picked, it's his, it's his favorite, and it's Sister Ransom's favorite.

You can't pick it, you can't pick it.

Because those are not only what he and Sister Lan Shen like, but also where he and Sister Lan Yan first met.

If White Daisy is gone, the best memories of him and Sister Lan Ember are gone.

Don't, can't, don't allow.

Thinking like this, You Ziyu burst into tears.