Heather who counterattacked

At first it was a brain doctor, then a virus expert, and then extended to a life science researcher... But all of them couldn't stop Xi Ruier's life from passing away. Various treatments contributed to his constant debilitation.The terrible thing about Ronald is that if you kill him, you will kill yourself.Fortunately, he was killed too early, otherwise the whole world would inevitably become his plaything.

Cyril likes to sit by the window and look at the flowers when she is sober and quiet.The sluggishness and decline of the five senses made him unable to feel the warmth of the sunlight shining on him very keenly, and he could not see the exact shape of the flowers, nor could he smell the fragrance of the flowers. Kroen no longer dared to jump on him Or sleeping on his shoulders, the thin body seemed to fall apart at the touch of a touch—it was always lying on the window sill and watching him closely, ready to jump to the bedside to ring the alarm at any time.

Cyril struggles hard every day in this world. To be honest, being alive is quite tiring. He is a little obsessed with pain now, because he is afraid that one day even the feeling of pain will disappear, then he will really Into the eternal night of death.

Lance seems to have left all his work behind him to stay at the hospital.If he hadn't known that he would occasionally contact his subordinates outside to hold meetings or give instructions, he would almost have thought that this man had completely abandoned his Gray Dao Empire—but in fact, it was no different.You don't need to think about it to know that Jeffrey has encountered a catastrophe. Since he is his favorite heir, there must be no chance of escape. There is nothing he can't do that Lance wants to do. He will spare no effort to push this child to the place he wants. the position he reached.

Honestly, Cyril really hated him.This shadow has covered most of his life, and he can't get rid of it all the time. Unexpectedly, he is about to die, and it is indelible like a shadow.Now he isolates the outside world and refuses everyone's visits. The only thing he can't stop is this person.People are probably ugly before they die, and all the bad and ugly faces are seen by this person, and all the scenes of pain and despair are read for him. Cyril hates him, and after all this Then I hated it even more.

There is no way.Only this kind of emotion can linger in his chest for a long time, let him know that he can still have emotions.He is still a human being, not a monster who has lost all five senses and has no emotions or desires.

"I don't mind you hating me." Lance finally calmed down, and he looked at him almost lovingly, "This just proves that you love me."

Cyril expressed contempt with her eyes.Nonsense, whimsical.

Lance smiled: "My lord, in fact, until today, you still don't understand what love is."

He said: "It is love to be obsessed with your appearance, and it is also love to be deeply trapped in your soul-but true love is not a short-term heartbeat, nor a long-term love that lasts because of guilt."

The soft and quiet voice is like an ocean where many stories are buried. After reciting countless poems, what he said is also like touching love words, tender and lingering, unforgettable: "I love you, it is for you Shocked by your glory, moved by your dignity, worshiped by your unyielding soul, and bowed to your noble character."

It's because I'm careful not to touch it, it's because I'm so hard to tell, it's because I'm willing to break all my backs, and I'm humble and pitiful in front of you, but you can't understand anymore—it's because I look back at the past and hate the past countless times. cruelty to you, and you now give me the greatest terror with your innocence and fearlessness.

"You won... This is really, the greatest revenge..." Lance said softly.

When you understand the love of others, you will also know how to love others.He read the desperate and brilliant love in Ulysses, and then he realized how his love for Cyril had deteriorated.It's a pity that Cyril has lost her emotional ability now, and everything has been defeated by fate.

Lance talks a lot, and he talks a lot to Cyril every day.Recited the Bible over and over again, and later found those psalms he had written for Claus, and read them to him one by one... At first, he found it annoying, and the fragmented voice made the five senses even more confused. After his perception of the outside world gradually weakened, these voices became the only light in his world again.

"I thought I still had a lot of time..." Lance held his bony fingers carefully, "I thought, I could do it..." The most conceited and proudest person loses to both God and time When he was in the world of shadows calling the wind and rain to scold Fang Qiu, when he once dismissed everything he had, how could he have imagined that he finally found what he really wanted to have, but he couldn't ask for it, couldn't force it to stay, just It was heartbreaking to watch him being stripped from his life, but there was nothing he could do.

When she came out of the near-death state again, Cyril had a brief sobriety.The huge gap between the world in his mind and the real world gave him a magical sense of absurdity.Then he heard Lance calling his name repeatedly.

Most of the time, people who are in a coma have no perception of the outside world.The act of calling names serves no purpose other than reassuring the caller.But Cyril had never realized more clearly than at that moment-Lance was in pain, he was in fear, how much he was afraid of his death.

If that's what he called love, then what kept Lance from breaking down until now?Cyril suddenly thought out of place.The brain is full of garbled characters, and the moments of waking consciousness are just a few normal strings in it. In this sea of ​​chaos, there will be some clear thoughts, but it is a pity that he can't distinguish them most of the time.

It's ironic that the people around him are almost driven crazy by the fear of losing, but he, who is suffering from the disease, can't feel any emotional pain and despair because of the lack of nerve consciousness.

The man's voice was trembling, humble enough to have a pitiful tone, thin and melancholy, because it was repeated too many times and even a little nervous.Then at a certain moment, Cyril finally heard a complete sentence clearly.

"Don't you want to see your child?"

Cyril's twitching fingers tightly grasped Lance's arm, and she worked very hard to open her eyelids. Her gray-blue eyes were out of focus—it was hard to tell how the process of the thunder in her mind was exploding. It was going on, and at that moment, Cyril suddenly realized that he still had emotions.

what childWhere did the child come from!

Cyril's lips were trembling, but nothing came out.

Lance leaned close to his ear: "It's almost two years old...It's very similar to you."

Cyril felt that he could faint on the spot, but in fact his consciousness became more and more clear. He struggled desperately to crawl out of the dark swamp, and the eyes staring at Lance revealed hesitation and pain.

What the hell did this man do again!His illness just happened this year, and the time when he made his will is not far away, so what means did he use to get the child!His scalp was numb and his limbs were trembling, but because of the extreme anger, his spirit became clearer.

Lance hugged him tightly, and reached out to wipe away the tears from his ashen eyes: "Don't die...please don't die..." Even if living is so painful, even if desperately struggling is futile, please continue to live , "You want to meet him...then don't die...Siril, my Cyril..."

There is still a child in this world who is connected with his blood... Cyril's dull brain repeated this cognition over and over again, he was speechless, and the gray eyes radiated light, as if piercing through the thick haze Sunshine in the clouds—infinite courage indeed surged in his heart.

my... my child...

——No matter what, I want you to continue to live.

When Lan Stone came out to change his clothes in a mess, he saw Naiden bent over at the door.

"Thank you." He heard Alma's housekeeper thank him in a low voice.

Lance seemed to notice his existence only now, his scrutinizing eyes turned around Naiden, and he said calmly: "I think you probably need a wife."

The family that has served Alma for generations will usually marry a wife and have an heir at the same time as the main family, and also get married and have children to ensure that children of the same age can grow up together and cultivate their relationship since childhood.There were tears in Naiden's eyes, both sorrow and joy, the sadness that his master had stepped into such a situation, and the joy that he could still leave blood.

"...Thank you." He thanked again.

Kroen lay on the sofa, his head resting on his paws, and his melancholy blue eyes kept looking in the direction of the inner room.After Lance changed his clothes and came out, he saw the pointy points on Kroen's ears shaking in his direction, but remained motionless.

Lance walked over, sat down on the sofa, stretched out his hand and stroked its back, and the long soft hair ran across his fingertips.Kroen remained motionless.

Animals are probably more sensitive to life, aging, sickness and death than humans, and Kroen is far smarter than ordinary animals. It knows what is happening to its master.But life and death are the domain of the gods, and it is just a cat.

"He won't die." Lance said softly, stroking its head, and said so tenderly and stubbornly, "I haven't given permission, how can he leave me?"