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Yin Zhenxing patted his stomach, touched his waist, and said rather puzzled: "It's really strange, it doesn't hurt at all."

Yin Qian's heart gradually sank to the bottom.

Yin Zhenxing was so seriously ill, how could he say he was fine?
As the doctor said, he was already dying of illness, and he was already dying in the world at this time, and the last light came back.

"Cissy, dad suddenly remembered something from your childhood."

Yin Zhenxing's complexion was rosy and he was full of energy. He really didn't look like someone who was seriously ill, and he spoke with full of air.

Yin Qian listened quietly, with her head slightly lowered.

"what's up?"

She didn't dare to look at Yin Zhenxing at this time, fearing that all she saw would be despair, and the only person she cared about in her life would die soon.

But her tone of voice betrayed her choking and sadness.

Yin Zhenxing held Yin Qian's hand, leaning against the head of the bed, his eyes wandering somewhere, and there was a faint smile on the corner of his mouth.

"When I was young, your mother was still there, and I went out early and returned late every day, but being able to be with you every night is the happiest time for me."

Yin Qian has very few memories of her childhood, all of which are gradually forgotten as time passes by.

When Yin Zhenxing mentioned it, she had a sore nose and hummed lightly.

"Do you still remember? At that time, your mother took you at home and almost lost you. Your mother cried and looked for you. When I got home, I followed to find you. Finally, I found it in the closet of the house. Your mother At that time, I was angry and funny, I didn’t know whether to cry or laugh, and in the end the three of us hugged each other, I still remember it clearly.”

Yin Qian has a memory. At that time, she was too naughty and made her mother anxious. In the end, she was actually very guilty. Seeing her mother crying like that, it was all because she cared.

But later, she lost her mother, and no one cared, only her father remained.

"At that time, we went to take a parent-child photo together. The two hugged you and laughed happily together,"

Yin Zhenxing didn't know whether he was reminiscing the past with Yin Qian, or indulging in himself, as he talked, his eyes sparkled.

It's not like being haggard and listless when you're sick.

He talked a lot about Yin Qian's childhood, and the happy moments of the family of three. Now he recalled a lot of them, but it was when he was so happy that he felt so uncomfortable now.

There is no going back to the past, and there will be no future.

Yin Qian's eyes dimmed, and she listened to the past quietly, feeling extremely desolate in her heart.

She knew that the last bit of luck she had left was gone, and Yin Zhenxing was really dying.

When she was in the VIP ward, the doctor told her that if Yin Zhenxing remained in this state, he could last for a while.

But if the coma is not rescued in time, once the patient's spirit improves, he speaks full of energy, his eyes are clear, he does something unbelievable, or suddenly recalls the past and sees someone who died.

Then he might really be hopeless.

This is what the doctor gave her popular science in advance, the so-called medical flashback.

"Cissy, do you know? Your mother has entrusted me with a dream, and that's what worries you the most."

Yin Zhenxing suddenly changed the subject at some point, instead of recalling the things in his childhood, his eyes turned to Yin Qian.

Yin Qian's red lips turned white, and they were pursed into a straight line.

Yin Zhenxing's words just happened to confirm what the doctor said about returning to the light, and her heart felt cold inch by inch, but there was nothing she could do.

"Cissy, in the first half of your life, your father dragged you down, but your father really wants to see you get married and have children, have a big fat boy, live a good life, and live happily and smoothly for a lifetime."

When Yin Zhenxing said this, he seemed to think of Luo Hao's matter, and his heart was full of guilt.

If it wasn't for her sickness, Yin Qian would not have wronged herself to marry such a man. Not only did she sacrifice her marriage in vain, but she also endured their psychological torture.

Yin Zhenxing knew all this, but Yin Qian kept it all from herself in order not to worry herself, and took it all by herself.

"I will."

Yin Qian tightly held Yin Zhenxing's bony hand with both hands, and the bones were painful.

In order for Yin Zhenxing to go away with more peace of mind, she promised: "I will definitely do well, get married and have two babies, one treasure and one treasure, and make up a good character."

"That's good. I don't have anything to miss in this world. Well, Sissi, mom and dad can rest assured."

Yin Zhenxing smiled and closed his eyes, as if he had lost his energy after talking so much at once.

Yin Qian was startled, she quickly shook Yin Zhenxing, pushed him and said, "Dad, do you have any wish?"

Yin Zhenxing slowly opened his eyes, looked at the gray sky outside the window, and suddenly smiled.

"Cissy, go and help Dad buy some green chrysanthemums."

Yin Qian's heart skipped a beat, she pursed her lips, and said nothing.

Even if you don't want to accept it, you still have to accept the reality, Yin Zhenxing
"Your mother likes this flower the most. After so many years, I don't know if she is doing well on it? It just so happens that I will take the green chrysanthemum to see her this time, and she will be happy."

He still had a faint smile, full of longing, as if he was not talking about life and death, but meeting and parting.

Yin Qian suppressed her tears, forced a word out of her throat, "Okay."

She walked two steps quickly, as if she remembered something, she turned her head and frowned, and said: "Dad, you must wait for me to come back."

She knew that Yin Zhenxing didn't have much time left, but she was afraid that Yin Zhenxing would leave suddenly before she bought her chrysanthemum back.

But if she failed to be by his side and accompany him for the last journey, she would feel very guilty and guilty.

Yin Zhenxing smiled lightly, nodded, "Okay."

Yin Qian rushed downstairs non-stop, got in the car and started the engine, turned the speed to the fastest, found the nearest flower shop nearby, and rushed in almost at the speed of a [-]-meter race.

She scanned around the flower shop, and finally found the handful of green chrysanthemums. She came out of the flower shop and looked at the gray sky. The sun was completely covered by dark clouds, and there was no light at all.

Then he lowered his head and looked at the chrysanthemum in his hand, tears fell down and dripped on the petals of the chrysanthemum.

When Yin Qian stepped onto the road and walked to the parking space on the other side, the sky had already started to drizzle at some point, and the whole city was shrouded in a veil of mist, making it hard to see the world clearly He is drunk with money, but cares nothing about life and death.

Yin Qian rushed to the hospital as quickly as possible, holding a bunch of green chrysanthemums tightly in her hand, and entered the ward.

Although the closer she got to the ward, the more timid she became, and the more afraid that Yin Zhenxing might have left, but she still gritted her teeth and walked in.

The room was still noisy, the two patients were talking with their family members, Yin Qian's eyes only stayed on the third hospital bed.

She staggered and almost lost her footing. She stabilized her body and tried to calm herself before walking over.

"Dad, I bought chrysanthemums."

She saw Yin Zhenxing's eyes closed, her brows twitching, but seeing his slightly heaving chest, she knew that he was still alive.

She didn't know whether to hang or fall.