Song Qing was stunned for a moment and couldn't help but speak: "Husband, why is your nose bleeding?" ”

Hearing his mother's voice, Zhao Yu also glanced up at his father.

"Father, are you on fire?"

Zhao Cheng raised his eyebrows, reached out and wiped it with a tissue, looking at the blood stains on the tissue, he couldn't help but be a little confused.

It's really bloody.

"Maybe it's really on fire."

"You eat first, I'll wash my face."

"Or, go to the hospital."

"No, you don't."

"No, let's go to the hospital, I'm relieved to see that it's okay."

"Well, I don't really need to."

"Listen to me, yes."

In this way, Song Qing's family went to the hospital, and the examination results showed that there was no problem. Seeing that it was just on fire, Song Qing was relieved.

I thought that this was the end of the matter.

But then, Zhao Cheng fell ill without warning. He had been in good health all along, but he was sick like that.

No cause was found.

But his body became weaker and weaker, and he was directly admitted to the hospital.

After hospital testing, the doctors found that although Zhao Cheng couldn't see anything on the surface, his body organs were rapidly failing and aging.

This is the first time they have encountered this strange disease, so for a while, they can't find any cure.

Hearing this news, Song Qingzhi felt a blackness in front of him.

"No, it won't."

"How can this be, you must be mistaken, my husband has always been in good health, how can he have this kind of disease."

But that's just the way it is.

I couldn't find any reason, and even Zhao Yu's blood couldn't play any role. The hospital gave a critical illness notice.

There is no cure.

Song Qing could only watch his body weaken, although he was in a hurry, there was nothing he could do. Even for fear that he would worry about himself, Song Qing has always pretended to be strong, and he can only cry silently when he avoids him.

What to do exactly.

In the ward, Zhao Cheng slowly opened his eyes and turned his head to look at the figure lying on the side of the bed guarding him. He reached out and stroked her hair.

"Ma'am."

The husband may not be able to stay with you anymore.

It's really a little unwilling.

I just came to your world, and I haven't been able to accompany you to old age.

Maybe I really shouldn't exist in your world, and I'm glad to be able to travel back in time to this world and meet you.

The only regret is that I can't be with you anymore.

The luckiest thing in my life is to be able to meet you, which vividly illuminates my entire dark life. Let me know that there are so many things I can do in this world besides blood and revenge.

I didn't live in vain.

If there is a next life, I still want to meet you.

It's just, I don't know if I haven't had a chance yet.

"Ahem—"

Hearing the sound of coughing, Song Qing woke up instantly.

"How are you? I'll call you a doctor. ”

Song Qing was about to stand up, but his hand was grabbed, and he looked at Song Qing and whispered, his face was very bad.

"Madame, let's go home!"

Song couldn't help but tears fell after hearing this, "Okay, we'll go home when you're well." ”

"Don't cry."

"Ahem, I know my body, now I understand, I don't belong here, I can be with you for so long, it's a steal. Now my life is passing, not because I'm sick, but because I'm not supposed to be here. ”

So, the plane is rejecting him.

Song Qing's tears couldn't stop falling.

"Don't say it, woo, I don't believe it, why. It was not easy for me to be with you, and it was not easy for our family of three to be reunited, why did it become like this. ”

"Ma'am, I want to go home."

He didn't want to spend the rest of his time here. I don't know how long I can last, but the rest of the time he wants to go home with her and stay with her.

"You'll be fine."

"Definitely."

Speaking of this, Song Qing couldn't help but hold his hand and put it on his face and cried.

These days, she doesn't know how many tears she secretly sheds, but this time she really can't help crying like this in front of him.

"Please."

"Don't leave me."

"Don't leave me like that."

Zhao Cheng's eyes were hot, tears fell down her eyes, and Song Qing's words were like knives that instantly slashed her heart bloody.

Looking at her, Zhao Cheng said in a low voice, "Obedient." ”

"I don't listen, I listen to you for everything, but I don't want to listen now, do you want to hear me well?"

"Okay, listen to you."

"Don't cry."

……

After discussion, Zhao Cheng still went home.

However, in order to treat Zhao Cheng, Zhao Yu moved the entire medical team to his home, and even had contacts with foreign medical professors.

But there was no way.

In the blink of an eye, winter has passed, and it is also the season of spring flowers. The doctor thought that Zhao Cheng would not be able to survive the winter, but he didn't expect that he would hold out until the winter passed and ushered in the spring flowers.

It's just that this should be the limit of what he can hold.

On this day, the weather was very good, and it was rare to see Zhao Cheng in good spirits, so Song Qing pushed him out of the house in a wheelchair.

"It's a nice day."

"Well, that's good."

"Third Master."

"Well, I'll push you over there."

"This title is really a relative, since you call me husband, I rarely hear you call me that."

"Then what do you like me to call you, the third master, or the husband, or the dear, and the third brother, or the third brother, or the father-in-law."

Listening to the voice in his ears, Zhao Cheng smiled faintly.

"It's all good."

Song Qing stopped, turned around, came to him and squatted down. Holding his hand, Song lightly leaned his face on his lap.

"Third Master."

"Hmm."

"In the next life, will I still be your wife?" The time in this life is really too short, and this love across time and space is really too difficult.

Zhao Cheng reached out and stroked her head and nodded in response.

"Okay."

He is selfish.

knew that he had brought her a lot of pain, but in the next life, he still didn't want to let go of her.

"I hope that in the next life, I can live in the same world as you."

"Well, definitely."

Song Qing's tears fell on his wrists. The next moment, the black bracelet instantly lit up.

"What's going on?"

Song Qing looked up at his wrist, and the silver-white light instantly enveloped the two of them.

Click-

The black bracelet shattered instantly and disappeared from her wrist, and at the same time, Song Qing saw that Zhao Cheng's pale face, which was supposed to be sitting in a wheelchair, also recovered in an instant. Before Song Qing could be happy, he saw that the space around him suddenly became distorted. And Zhao Cheng's body also began to become transparent.

Is he going back?

Sure enough, the world can't accommodate him.

"Ma'am."

Zhao Cheng stretched out his hand and hugged Song Qing tightly in his arms.

At this moment, Song Qing still has something he doesn't understand. He's healthy, but he's going back, to the world that belongs to him.

(End of chapter)