"Wei Qingsi, should I call you Wei Qingsi or Xia Hua now?" Yang Muya's voice, slightly hoarse, resounded in the ward.

When the words fell, the eyelashes of the person on the hospital bed suddenly trembled slightly for a moment.

Just for a second, as if it were an illusion, it was calm again.

"For so many years, I haven't forgotten you, I really want to know, when you stole Yueyue from the hospital, did you ever think about how I, an outcast, would live the rest of my life?"

Yang Muya looked at the man in front of her with red eyes, resentment and unwillingness in her heart, but gradually, she became calm.

She has hated it for so many years, and she can't hate it for a long time.

She just wanted to know if he had any hesitation and reluctance when he gave up on her and their love?

For so many years, he has taken their daughter with him, even if Yueyue's facial features are very similar to him, but there is always a point like her, when he looks at his daughter, has he ever thought of him?

People in love are humble.

She has only loved one man in her life, she loves wholeheartedly, her heart is broken, and in the end she consumes all her energy, but after all, she still can't resist the words "the right person" and ends up being abandoned.

Do you regret it, you ask?

Yang Muya sat in a wheelchair, looking at Xia Hua in a coma, even if she refused to let go of her past obsession, there was still a voice in her heart.

She has no regrets, she has loved this man, she has never regretted it......

Life is like the splendor of summer flowers, and death is like the quiet beauty of autumn leaves.

In her life, if she didn't have a vigorous love, but calmly accepted the family marriage and guarded a life based on interests, she would be worse off than dead.

"If you can hear me, can you tell me that you said that you would love me for the rest of your life, is it sincere?" She relied on this promise and persisted for more than 20 years.

Even if the whole world is telling her that he doesn't want her anymore.

But she still remembers the scenes they saw together, the chaos they met for the first time, the heart-to-heart after they fell in love, the planning he did with her staying up late, the stage play he took her to watch, and the road he pressed together holding her hand......

She had never doubted Wei Qingsi's love for her.

She just doesn't know when their love has gone terrain.

He didn't even give her a chance to meet, and disappeared into her life.

"Didi-di-" Yang Muya's words fell, and the electrocardiogram at the head of the bed suddenly made a harsh sound, and the person on the bed suddenly clenched his hands into fists.

On the back of his thin hand, he could even see the green tendons, as if he was emotionally trying to say something.

Yang Muya was stunned for a few seconds before she suddenly came back to her senses and wanted to call someone, but as soon as she stood up, she pulled her injured foot and fell off the wheelchair.

"Come on, come on...... Call Professor Rose! Yang Muya shouted loudly and crawled towards the door in a hurry.

The foot of the gauze was oozing blood again, but she didn't seem to feel the pain, but just crawled to the door in a hurry.

On the white tiled floor, a long trail of blood was pulled......

"Madame!" When the nurse heard the sound, she hurriedly stepped forward to help her up, but Yang Muya grabbed her sleeve in a hurry.

"Quick, go and call Professor Ross......" Before Yang Muya's anxious words were finished, the nurse was also startled by the sound of the ward, and hurriedly turned around and ran out!