Thank you for Waiting, Mister Tang!

Pei Qiqi stretched out her hand and touched her little bald head, her fingers stroking the small nose and thin face with some nostalgia.

I didn’t think it before, but now I really think it’s so precious.

Tang Xin was touched by her like this, and she felt that Qiqi's eyes were a little... weird.

Look at her like a puppy looking at a bone...

But she was attached to this feeling again, screamed, and hugged Pei Qiqi: "Qiqi, if I die, you have to remember to miss me, don't think too much, just think about it occasionally."

Pei Qiqi's heart couldn't tell what it was like, and he closed his eyes, "No, nothing will happen."

Tang Xin said pitifully, "But I have waited for so many years and haven't waited."

Her little face fell on Pei Qiqi's shoulders, and her little hands gently grasped: "Qiqi, don't be sad."

Pei Qiqi hugged her small body, holding back tears desperately, "I'm not sad, really not sad."

But the voice choked.

Now, Pei Qiqi began to doubt his decision... Zhao Ke was in jail, which was too cruel to Tang Xin.

Tang Xin's voice was small, "I said it's not sad, Qiqi, you're going to cry." She didn't want to tell Qiqi, because she was afraid that Qiqi would be sad when she knew it.

"I didn't want to cry, Tang Xin, I didn't want to cry." Pei Qiqi closed his eyes.

The nurse came in, followed by the doctor, looking at the couple holding each other embarrassingly, and said in a low voice to Tang Yu, "Mr. Tang, it's time for Tang Xin to undergo chemotherapy."

Chemotherapy?

Pei Qiqi felt that when Tang Xin heard these two words, her body trembled.

She too!

She hugged tighter...

"Qiqi, I'm going for treatment." Tang Xin sucked his nose and said softly.

She was scared, but she was even more afraid of her brother and Qiqi...and father, father sighed every time he came.

Pei Qiqi hugged tighter, she didn't want to let go, she didn't want Tang Xin to endure such pain.

After only a few days of seeing her, Tang Xin lost a lot of weight, and her face was pale, too thin to look like a sixteen-year-old girl.

"Qiqi." Tang Xin gently pushed her away, and then smiled at her slightly, "It doesn't hurt, it doesn't hurt at all."

The more she was like this, the more uncomfortable Pei Qiqi felt.

Tang Xin got out of bed, added a piece of clothing and followed the doctor and nurse. Pei Qiqi wanted to follow, but Tang Yu held her, his voice was a little dumb: "Go and hug her back in two hours."

Tang Xin didn't want anyone to watch her undergoing painful chemotherapy, she said it was ugly.

Pei Qiqi was stopped from behind, and Tang Yu half hugged her and said solemnly: "Don't go, she also has pride."

She stared at the direction of the door blankly, her lips pressed tightly, and after a while she turned to look at Tang Yu: "I can match her, right?"

"There is only a fifty percent chance." He reported the truth.

Pei Qiqi stayed for a while, and for a while, she said in a daze, "If I knew it, I wouldn't...I would not choose to design Zhao Ke."

She was thinking about that in case, in case Tang Xin doesn't get better, in case there is such a day.

She would rather Tang Xin have the last happiness.

She looked at Tang Yu and almost collapsed, "It's me, I did something wrong! Tang Yu, why, why didn't you tell me earlier?"

Tang Yu looked at her crazy look, his heart was heavy, and his hands pressed her shoulders: "It's not your fault."

Pei Qiqi looked at him and murmured: "Yes, I am not wrong, but I am sorry Tang Xin."