"That's what Madame said." Yun'er smiled wryly, "It's just that the old lady can't accept you anymore now, and because of the fact that you killed the child, Mr. has been very sad before, and he has made up his mind to forget you, even at the cost of replacing his heart, and ...... Not long before the young master's accident, he asked me many times for medicine that could make him lose his memory. ”

Yun'er's words, on the surface, said that Yi Beihan had a deep affection for Xia Yan, but in essence, Yi Beihan had reached the point where he wanted to forget Xia Yan at all costs.

Xia Yan looked sideways in the direction of the hospital, smiled slightly, and seemed to be indifferent to Yun'er's words, I and Yi Beihan were together five years ago, and now the sixth year is about to end, I started to love him five years ago, and he loves me, five years, more than 1,600 days, we have not forgotten each other, but are becoming more and more inseparable, I don't think we will end, let's talk about it...... Hasn't he forgotten me yet? ”

"I mentioned these words casually, the main problem now is to wake up the husband, there is only a 20 percent chance of waking up......," she sighed.

The sentence "There is only a 20% chance of waking up" suddenly hit Xia Yan's heart like a hammer, and the coldness of deboning instantly spread to all four limbs.

Per cent......

Her eyes drifted far away, and she said slowly after a while, "Whether he can wake up or not, he is my Yi Beihan." ”

After saying that, he got up and walked out of the café.

Yun'er sat there for a long time before finally coming back to her senses.

I have long known that Mr. has true love for Xia Yan, and this love cannot be broken up by anyone.

It can be destroyed, but it can't be dismantled.

But in this way, she can't choose to forget him because of pain like her husband did.

Can't do it!

So he can only do everything that can stay with him until he dies!

………………

Xia Yan walked in a trance, and even if the tears in his eyes were unbearable, he couldn't help it.

Sometimes the more I try to hold back, the more tears flow down my face.

She wiped the tears from her face little by little with her fingers, then looked up and continued walking.

She knew that she owed Yi Beihan too much, whether it was because of the previous generation or now.

I don't know how long I walked, but I came to a pedestrian street.

Looking up, there is a delicate storefront in front of you, and you can see the scene inside through the glass, and the first thing you see is a scarf.

She remembered that she had given Yi Beihan a shirt at that time.

At that time, they were still in the stage of hating each other, so Yi Beihan naturally didn't give her a good face.

She walked to the door, but didn't go in, just stared at the scarf through the glass in a daze.

After a while, the clerk inside came out and asked, "Sister, do you need anything?" ”

Xia Yan came back to his senses, smiled bitterly, went in and took the scarf down, didn't ask how much it was, and handed it to the clerk.

The clerk couldn't help but be a little curious, for fear of provoking the customer, so he didn't ask.

She didn't take a taxi, and went back to the villa in a daze, walking for more than two hours, but she didn't feel tired or cold.

Sister-in-law Wang opened the door and saw Xia Yan looking depressed, hurriedly pulled her in, took off her windbreaker with cold air, and asked anxiously, "Madam, why did you come out and run around before you finished your confinement?" ”