Fang Yabo's eyes were already moist, "kid, you have to take good care of yourself." ”

"Even if it's for the sake of the child······"

Moran Ash, who had already adjusted his mentality, burst into tears again because of Fang Yabo's sentence 'Let's have a child'.

"Okay."

This word used up the strength of Moran's whole body.

She thought she had let go of everything, but she never did.

Her obsession has always been her own child.

She felt that there was nothing in the world worth her nostalgia for.

But she had to live, because Fang Luchen didn't die, she was unwilling. And this reason can't become the pillar of her life.

So she desperately tried to find something, a reason, just to be the reason for her to live.

But she couldn't find it.

She's crazy, she really doesn't know how she should live in this world.

For the week, she lived like a vegetative person, she didn't want to talk, she didn't want to think, she just wanted to lie there quietly.

Even the short 'coping' at noon made her feel tired.

Regarding children, although she can let go of her prejudices, she has long had an estrangement in her heart.

The death of her younger brother made her feel that the world was unfair.

Good people die early, but bad people live longer.

This world is really fair······

"Thank you, Ash." Fang Yabo didn't know these complicated emotions in Lan Yan's heart. He was just happy to see Lan Ember answer him.

This feeling of great sorrow and joy had a great impact on him.

He directly leaned over and hugged Moran Ember in his arms again, tears flashing in his eyes.

He was grateful that Lan Ember could give him another chance.

Moran Ember in his arms felt Fang Yabo's unconcealable joy, his teeth chattered slightly, and he was filled with joy and sorrow for a while.

Child, if you can really conceive a child, how good it would be.

If she really had a child, she would definitely protect her child.

Thinking like this, the corners of Moran's mouth can be regarded as a bitter smile.

"I'm leaving." Fang Yabo put his face on Moran's face and rubbed it affectionately.

"Okay, I'll wait for you to come back."

Moran Ember nodded, forcibly forced back the tears, and tried to raise the corners of his mouth, trying to say to Fang Ya in a brisk tone.

Hearing this, Fang Yabo nodded, let go of the hand holding Mo Lan Ash, and directly got up with his back to Mo Lan Ash and quickly left the ward.

Lan Ember didn't like separation, he knew it.

He was well aware of this.

So every time he parted, he left very simply, because he was afraid, he was afraid that he would stay more because of Lan Yan's words, and he was reluctant to leave.

In fact, every time he left, he would quickly turn around at the corner or the moment he closed the door, and take in all Lan Ash's emotions.

That flash of loneliness and disappointment, he never missed.

But he had no choice, the short-term separation was just for a better future.

The moment he closed the door, Fang Yabo glanced at Mo Lan Ember without leaving a trace, looking at the injured look on Lan Ash's face, his heart was like a knife, and he was in severe pain.

He didn't dare to stay any longer, so he turned around directly to ask the nurse on duty tonight, and successfully found Chu Jiangmo who was in a coma.

Chu Jiangmo's forehead wound was just dressed, but even if the wound was cleaned, a part of the white gauze was still red with blood quickly.