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"This is not a matter of money, but that Miss Lan has delayed the most suitable golden medical stage. I am afraid that Miss Lan is close to death."

"This is not a matter of money, but that Miss Lan has delayed the most suitable golden medical stage. I am afraid that Miss Lan is close to death."

"This is not a matter of money, but that Miss Lan has delayed the most suitable golden medical stage. I am afraid that Miss Lan is close to death."

"This is not a matter of money, but that Miss Lan has delayed the most suitable golden medical stage. I am afraid that Miss Lan is close to death."

"This is not a matter of money, but that Miss Lan has delayed the most suitable golden medical stage. I am afraid that Miss Lan is close to death."

. . . . . .

What the doctor said just now echoed in my mind, and my heart was already in a mess.Although my heart was torn apart, no tears fell at all. Perhaps, I have learned to be strong, right? !

"Then...how is my situation now?" I asked tremblingly.

The doctor looked at the film in his hand and said to me: "Your gastric cancer has already metastasized to the lungs. If you need to have an operation, the chance of survival is very small."

I was stunned. Is it true that I want to leave this world and Leng Ruichen?

"Then... how much time do I have to live?"

The doctor sighed and said to me: "At least half a year..."

half a year. . . . . .Half a year passed in the blink of an eye. . . . . .

"Let's go." Leng Ruichen grabbed my arm and pulled me away.

I just let him pull me. At this time, I want to cry but can't cry. It's so bitter, so bitter. . . . . .

He stuffed me into the car at once, and then got into the car himself, and we didn't say a word to each other.

"Xue'er, why didn't you tell me that you had this disease?" He closed his eyes and leaned back on the seat. In his tone, there was no blame, only a trace of vicissitudes.

"I don't know..." I said cautiously, my eyes didn't move for a moment, I kept watching his handsome appearance when he closed his eyes.

From now on, I will look at him well, look at him intently, and look at him without moving my eyes.I want to engrave his appearance in my heart forever and forever, keep it well, and don't forget it. . . . . .

"Promise me, will you live well?" I leaned gently on his shoulder, inhaling the mint fragrance that belonged to him.

"Not good." He opened his eyes and looked at me fixedly, his eyes were full of infinite tenderness.

"Why?" I was caught in his eyes, unable to extricate myself.

He hugged me on his lap, played with my hair intentionally or unintentionally, and said to me: "I can't live without you, even a second, even if it's just a short second, I will feel like a whole A century is like. I don’t think about tea or food for you. If you just leave me alone in this world, what’s the point of life?”

His tone was gentle and calm, like a lake without a trace of waves.

"Then what do you mean..." I hesitated for a moment.

He kissed my lips and said to me: "I will accompany you, go together..."