Xia Yan just ran forward, the cold wind of early spring passed by her ears, and her cheeks hurt, but she continued to run forward as if she was unconscious.

She even forgot to take a taxi faster, and only Chu Weiwei's four words "It's almost gone" in her whole mind were in her mind.

She is afraid of losing her father, of losing her child, and of losing Yi Beihan.

But all of this came towards her like a flood, leaving her powerless.

The child is gone, and Yi Beihan can't be with her anymore if he is a little sober.

Now Daddy is leaving her!

The howling wind, brushing his ears, passed quickly.

Xia Yan felt that he had never run so fast in his life.

The cold wind alternated rapidly in the chest cavity and lungs, and the throat and heart ached.

She just ran forward, faster and faster.

Chu Weiwei behind him was afraid that something would happen to her, so he took a taxi to the hospital where Murong Yan was in advance.

Half an hour away, she was there in fifteen minutes.

Standing at the door of the hospital, Xia Yan began to be afraid.

Once you step in, does it mean that life and death are separated?

It took several minutes to stand at the doorway before she finally mustered up the courage to walk in.

If it weren't for the constant trembling of her limbs, she would have thought she was already a numb corpse.

As soon as I walked to the door of the ward, I saw a dense crowd of people standing at the door of the ward.

Chu ran up slightly out of breath and followed behind Xia Yan, for fear that something would happen to her.

Murong Shaochuan came out of the ward, with a slight scarlet in the corners of his eyes, and said in a hoarse voice, "Come in and have a look......

For a moment, Xia Yan felt that the cold silence around him was terrifying.

Yes, the cousin won't lie to her.

With tears in her eyes, she wanted to scream, she wanted to refuse it all, but she couldn't cry out from the pain of dying.

"Cousin......" She looked at Murong Shaochuan with scarlet eyes, isn't it, all this is actually fake.

Murong Shaochuan quickly tilted his head to the side and stopped looking at her.

Her heart suddenly fell like a heavy hammer, smashing a heart to pieces, and flesh and blood flew sideways.

The door of the ward was open, and her eyes swept slightly, but she had already seen Murong Yan dying on the hospital bed.

"Xiao Yan, you better go in quickly." Murong Jing, who was standing on the side, gently stroked the top of her head.

She raised her head and smiled slightly, endured the tearing pain in her heart, raised her hand to wipe away the tears on her face, and walked in slowly step by step.

Murong Jing waved his hand to let the doctors and nurses break up, and then reached out to close the door.

The three of them were not at ease, so they kept guarding the door of the ward.

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At this time, Yi Meifeng came back from dinner and saw that only Yi Beihan was asleep alone in the ward.

I waited for more than half an hour and didn't see Xia Yan come back.

This is something that rarely happens.

She suddenly remembered that a few days ago, too, this woman had disappeared for most of the day.

The little melting feeling that Xia Yan had just had disappeared in an instant.

When your son wakes up, you must keep your son away from this woman, preferably far away, and never see him again for the rest of his life!

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There was only a lonely bed in the huge ward, and Murong Yan was lying on the bed, his eyes only squinting slightly, like a dying old man, miserable and pale.

Seeing Xia Yan come in, his originally bleak eyes shone slightly, and he opened his mouth with difficulty and shouted, "Xiao Yan ......"