There was no one in the room who she wanted to see the most, but the light in her ice-blue eyes was getting dimmer and dimmer, like a dying person, and there seemed to be a dead air coiling everywhere in her body......

Lin Yiyi clenched her hand and cried: "Woo woo...... I thought it was ...... No matter what I do...... I'm not qualified in my life...... Hear these two words from your mouth...... Woowoo woo ......"

Yang Hui picked up the fruit knife on the quilt, and after hearing her words, he looked at her in surprise, and his big hand trembled slightly in the air.

"Woooooooooo......oo I thought...... I can't hear it until I die...... You call me Mom...... Woo woo woo ...... "Lin Yiyi couldn't cry herself.

As the saying goes, heart disease still needs heart medicine, and what was lost was not only the child, but also the qualification to be a mother.

For her, Yang Feixue is her only child, she gave her all her love, I only hope that the child is willing to call her "Mom", she is dead in this life.

never mentioned it, because she didn't want this "mother" to be begged for by her.

Yang Hui's breath was stiff, his dark eyes were in disbelief, and his heart was like the sea that had been hit by a hurricane, violently turning over the river and the sea, and losing his direction.

The three of them depend on each other, and over the years, Lin Yiyi's illness has come and gone, sometimes good and sometimes bad, and she always thinks she is too guilty.

I never thought that it was more of an injury, and this "mother" was the biggest knot in her heart......

This kind of cognition made him feel like drinking a bowl of extremely bitter Chinese medicine, which was bitter from his mouth to the bottom of his heart.

Thinking of all the sad cuts he has faced over the years, and thinking of their children who have no chance to come to this world, each of them makes his heart like a knife.

This sentence of "mother" made him even more unsure of how to describe his complicated feelings.

Because, when Jian Junxi was sad and collapsed, he really never officially called them "Dad or Mom......

With such a secret injury, Jian Junxi didn't expect that from the beginning, it was to play a family of three.

The two of them cared for her meticulously, and in her heart, she had long regarded them as her biological parents.

It's just that over the years, I've gotten used to calling "Mom" and "Dad", and besides, she is a boy, so she can't be so pretentious.

Unexpectedly, it's just a word difference, and it can actually become a sharp blade, invisibly hurting her.

Day after day, year after year, perhaps, every call cut her heart......

"I'm sorry...... Mother ...... "Lin Yiyi's tears of grief dripped on the quilt, beating on her heart one by one, cold and painful.

Raising his hand to gently wipe away the tears on her face, tears of remorse rolled down from the corners of her eyes, as if no amount of explanation could make up for it.

She unintentionally hurt the mother, put her hand on her back and patted it......

"Woooooooooo......oo Cher...... What the hell is mom going to do to save you? After Lin Yiyi heard her words, she held her hand and cried out.

The voice was desperate and desolate, full of the fear of a mother who could not do anything, and at this moment, it seemed that only tears and cries could express her grief.

For a moment, only the helpless cries of parents were left in the room, and the air was filled with sadness and despair......

"Dad......" Jian Junxi opened his mouth in a choked voice and stretched out his other hand into the air.

"Eh......" Dad is like the best song in the world, Yang Hui can't help but burst into tears, grief like a fierce wave, wave after wave swept through his internal organs.......

Holding her hand with trembling hands, he squatted on the edge of the bed, put her hand on his forehead, and cried out in a choked voice.

(End of chapter)