Since I was pregnant and didn't want to argue with me, Park Canlie's tone softened first...
Suppressing the resentment in his heart, he adjusted his state
"Warm... I say this for your own good, believe it or not, it seems that you haven't listened to that recording yet. If you really believe in Luhan, go listen to it and see if I lied to you..."
Park Canyee looked at the recorder on my nightstand...
Where did he put that...
Park Canyee didn't stay any longer,...
Get out of my room...
The moment he left, my eyes darkened and I had no energy...
My head is numb in a mess...
"Recording?..."
I looked at the recorder lying quietly on the cabinet...
Contemplating this...
In the end, I put it in a place I couldn't see, suppressing my curiosity and not thinking about those things...
Why don't you listen?
Scared, maybe...
I'm afraid something I hear will break me down...
I'd rather lie to myself... I have to admit, I'm a coward, no matter what happens, as long as it's about Luhan...
I'll be humble...
Convert...
A hospital in France...
A man with a handsome face was sitting on the hospital bed, his skin was already white and tender, and his face was even paler because of his illness
There was no trace of fear on the boy's face
He was about to enter the operating table in a while, and he stared at the bracelet in a daze...
I wonder how Nuannuan is doing? Did she eat well, did she get used to it when she was pregnant? Did Lu Han take good care of her...
Although it was the middle stage of gastric cancer, the doctor said that there was only a 50% chance that he would still try, even if he could go to the operating table and never wake up again...
He had to try to keep warm...
He could not die yet. His warmth was still waiting for him to protect him...
But if he did die...
My only regret is that I didn't see the last side of Nuannuan
He turned on his phone and looked at the girl on the wallpaper...
Ripped out a smile...
He was reluctant to look away, afraid that he would never see his warmth again...
Got through the phone...
The mobile phone still shows a shutdown tone.
The boy's eyes darkened a little...
It seems that there is no warm sound! The sun shines down from the outside and shines warmly on the boy's face
Beautiful and beautiful
"Mom..."
Bien Boxian said to Bien's mother
"Bo Xian... Are you hungry? Are you uncomfortable? Want to drink water..."
Mom Bien looked at her son anxiously... for fear that he would never see him again if he accidentally, his eyes were red... she cried for several nights
Bo Xian smiled and motioned that she didn't have to worry about herself
"Mom, it's alright, I'll come out fine... just, if something happens to me... please do one thing..."
Mom is not happy to hear it
"What nonsense are you talking about, dead boy, you will definitely be fine"
Bien Boxian sticks to her mother like a spoiled child
"Mom, I said it was if"
If I die...
Please don't tell Nuannuan. She will be sad...
Tell her that I'm not going back in France, that I have someone I like, that I'm married, and that I'm having a good time...
He looked at the sky outside the far window and smiled, but his eyes were full of sadness...
The highest level of loving someone...
Maybe that's it
Even when he was about to die, he was worried about the other party's mood...
