He saw that there was a dead silence and darkness in her wide eyes, and her pupils spread little by little, but blood and tears slowly overflowed.

In the dream, she died so young......

Even, she died so miserably!

Song Yecheng desperately wanted to wake up from the dream, but he couldn't do anything.

He saw Liu Aiying carrying the stillborn baby rolled out of Jingwei's belly and throwing it expressionlessly in the garbage heap in the wilderness.

Soon a few wild dogs smelled the blood and pounced, and the stillborn was eaten by the wild dogs, but the wild dogs did not seem to be satisfied, and licked their bloody tongues with scarlet eyes, and wanted to pounce on him......

Song Yecheng screamed and woke up from the dream.

He sat up suddenly, panting violently, the pain in his abdomen was burning, but he didn't seem to feel it, his mind was filled with the images of his dreams, and he could no longer calm down.

It's so real, it's all like a dream, it's like it's happening.

So much so that Song Yecheng couldn't come back to his senses, as if the whole person was trapped in that dream.

Liu Aiying sat on the edge of the bed and wiped her tears, a good person, was suddenly stabbed and sent back, but she didn't even dare to ask who the murderer was.

I could only swallow my anger and watch my son suffer such a crime.

"Becoming ......"

Liu Aiying saw that Song Yecheng was awake now, and hurriedly rushed over and held her son's hand tightly: "Are you better?" Does the wound still hurt? What the hell is going on, who did you provoke, how could someone hurt someone like you like a good boy......"

Song Yecheng looked at the worried face in front of him, and somehow, he suddenly felt that Liu Aiying in front of him overlapped with the Liu Aiying in the dream who was carrying a stillborn baby and threw her eyes into the wild dog pile without blinking......

He seemed to smell the heavy smell of blood again, the smell of blood that made him gause.

Song Yecheng pushed Liu Aiying away, lay on the side of the bed and retched heartbreakingly......

……

Jingwei was sick, and when it was almost dawn, she began to have a high fever, and the whole person was delirious, and people were a little confused, and they kept talking nonsense.

The doctor came to infuse the fluid, but her body temperature still couldn't go down, and Li Shenheng couldn't help but feel anxious.

Jiang Ping came in with clean and soft pajamas, "Senior Li, let me change Jingwei's clothes." ”

She had a high fever, she was sweating constantly, and her clothes were almost soaked.

Li Shenheng directly stretched out his hand to take it: "I'll come, you go and rest." ”

Jiang Ping was stunned, and immediately thought of something, the little girl was well-behaved and conservative, and her face immediately burned.

Zhizhiwu handed the clothes to Li Shenheng, and Jiang Ping quickly hid.

Jingwei and her one-year birthday, there are still a few months to be seventeen years old, and she will not be with Senior Li......

Jiang Ping covered her hot face and didn't dare to think about it anymore.

I don't know when she will be able to meet a boy she likes and is as good to herself as she is......

Li Shenheng walked to the side of the bed and gently stroked Jing's slightly drenched forehead, her body temperature was still hot, and she had already infused most of the potions, but there was no sign of improvement.

Jingwei clenched her teeth, as if she had a nightmare in her drowsiness, and suddenly tears rolled out of her eyes, her burning throat was hoarse, but Li Shenheng still heard her several muffled screams; Song Yecheng, Song Yecheng!

She turned over and over, shouting Song Yecheng's name.