Si Moli's hoarse voice echoed in the ward.

He murmured to himself, his voice murmuring, his eyes always staying on Liang Nianhe's face.

"I really want to strangle you to death," Si Moli said, "and then die with you."

How could it be so painful...

Si Moli raised his hand, stretched it out to Liang Nianhe's slender neck, and then held it weakly.

His fingers could feel the temperature of Liang Nianhe's body and the beating of the arteries in her neck.

She is alive and vital.

"Anyway, our children are gone, so what's the point of our lives? It's even more impossible for you to get pregnant for me again," Si Moli said every word with such heartbreak, "You are too cruel, Liang Nianhe..."

He took a deep breath and slowly closed his hands.

Boundless hatred and pain were so intertwined that Si Moli felt heartbroken even when he took a breath.

If he exerts any more force, Liang Nianhe's breathing will be blocked.

She will then slowly suffocate until she dies.

But...how could Si Moli do this!

His hands were shaking, and there were veins on the backs of them, but he didn't dare to use any strength, for fear that he would accidentally break her slender neck, for fear that she...

died.

Until this moment, Si Moli still loved Liang Nianhe more than he hated him!

He finally understood that in this life, he loved Liang Nianhe so much that he lost himself.

"When exactly, at which moment, minute and second, did I fall in love with you? Huh?" Si Moli asked, "Why do I fall in love with you?"

He couldn't even figure it out himself.

Perhaps, love itself is an unsolvable proposition.

A tear rolled down and landed on the corner of Liang Nianhe's lips.

Those were...Si Moli's tears!

He cried.

Crying for his dead twins, crying for his future with Liang Nianhe, crying because he loves her but can't get her!

Liang Nianhe's lips were bloodless and slightly white.

Soon, more and more tears gathered at the corners of her lips.

Liang Nianhe's lips moved slightly.

Then, a very soft murmur sounded in the silent ward: "Si Moli..."

Si Moli was shocked and looked up.

She had her eyes closed, her brows slightly furrowed, and she was calling his name softly: "Si Moli."

His Adam's apple rolled.

As if he couldn't get a response, Liang Nianhe shouted again: "Si Moli..."

He obviously hated her so much that he wanted to strangle her to death, but when she called his name, he was suddenly able to forgive everything.

"I'm here."

Si Moli responded, slowly retracting his hand, landing on the back of her hand, and gave it a heavy squeeze.

"Liang Nianhe, I'm here."

Hearing his voice, Liang Nianhe frowned and slowly straightened his eyebrows.

However, she seemed to be dreaming and kept mumbling to herself.

Si Moli looked at her quietly and heard clearly what she was talking about in her sleep——

"My child, our child..."

"No... not a bastard."

"It's my and your child..."

"Leave them alone, Si Moli..."

"That night, it was you and me."

In the ward, there was only Liang Nianhe's voice.

Every word still stabbed Si Moli's heart hard.

She knows, she really knows.

Ning Yinan didn't lie to him!

"Since you know, you still want to kill me!" Si Moli said, "Why don't you stay? Why!?"

In fact, his fate with her was destined from the beginning.

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