Moran Ember began to panic in her heart, and she suddenly became afraid, afraid that Ya Bo would suddenly leave her one day.

It's like her child, it's like Ziyu······

The more Moran Ember thought about it, the more frightened he became, and those painful memories swept over him.

Bean-sized beads of sweat swept across Moran's cheeks, and he saw Moran's face become more and more pale as he bit his lower lip.

After Fang Yabo finished changing his clothes, he turned around and saw Mo Lan Ember with this appearance, his face was shocked, and he hurriedly stepped forward to hug Lan Ember.

"What about you, Ash?" It was good just now, why did it become like this in a blink of an eye.

The moment Fang Ya's thin hand rested on Moran's shoulder, Moran's ember opened his eyes suddenly.

Looking at each other, Fang Yabo saw the painful look in Mo Lan's eyes at a glance.

"I'm fine." Moran Ember knew how ugly his face was at the moment, and he also knew how unconvincing his words were.

But she didn't want Ya Bo to worry about her, because worrying wouldn't help.

It's a heart disease.

Fang Yabo knew that Moran Ember wouldn't tell him, but he couldn't, he couldn't force her.

Fang Yabo withdrew his hand, got up silently, turned off the light, and then lay down beside Moran Ash.

Nothing to say for a while.

Fang Yabo didn't know what to say, he actually wanted to care about Lan Yan, but Lan Yan's attitude just now was already very clear.

She was resisting him, otherwise she would have told herself why she would have prevaricated with a 'I'm fine'.

He wanted to talk to Lan Ash, but the topics he was talking about were too sensitive for him to touch.

"Yabo, are you angry?"

Just when Ya Bo was at a loss, Mo Lan Ember stretched out his hand and took the initiative to hold Fang Ya Bo's arm, which seemed to have the meaning of flattering and coquettish.

"Nope." Fang Yabo didn't expect that the first sentence Lan Yan said would be this, and instantly turned sideways to face Mo Lan Yan, "Lan Yan, are you thinking too much." ”

"Sort of." Moran Ember muttered, how could she not think about it too much, there were some things that she didn't want to think about, and sometimes she couldn't control her thoughts at all.

"It's all over, don't think about it so much." Fang Yabo moved forward and encircled Moran Ember into his arms.

Moran Ember rubbed Fang Ya Bo's chest, his left hand ran across Fang Ya Bo's waist, and finally slowly put it on Fang Ya Bo's back, stroking the wound on his back intentionally or unintentionally.

"It's all small injuries, and it's not in the way." Fang Yabo noticed Moran's movements and smiled and comforted.

Moran Ember shook his head and didn't speak.

How can it be a small injury, how can it not get in the way.

"Lan Yan, you must know that the wounds on our bodies are all honors." Fang Yabo knew that Lan Ember felt sorry for him, his expression was even softer, and he couldn't help but reach out and gently stroke Lan Ash's hair, and explained.

"But to me, I'd rather you don't have these honors." Moran Ember disagreed with Ya Bo's words, for their families, they wanted their loved ones to be safe, and they didn't care about that.

They only care about his safety, and his safety is more important than anything else.

Honor is dead, man is alive.

She is not a soldier, she does not have such a strong sense of honor, she just needs her man to live healthy and healthy.

No one wants to live in fear every day, and no one wants their other half to be in a life and death crisis every day.