Hei Di's Seven Days of Love

Seeing the passing of each day, Jin Qiu didn't show any signs of waking up, like those doctors' conclusions, she had to accept it.

vegetative.

vegetative.

Dormant forever.

If the protection is good, it may be able to live like this, but if the protection is not good, then it may be exhausted and die at any time. [

Thin feelings came and said that it was a heart disease, a knot in my heart that couldn't be opened.

From the beginning to the end, Jin Qiu was the one who was injured, so this woman had a heart disease for a long time. This time, once she had an attack, she might never wake up again for the rest of her life.

Jin Qiu was lying there, Jin Yu prepared a rich nutrient solution and infused it into Jin Qiu's body every day, but Jin Qiu still gradually became thinner and weaker.

Such a process was like a kind of torment. She looked at Jin Qiu on the bed, as if she might leave her at any time, her heart began to ache sharply, she stubbornly grabbed Jin Qiu's wrist, and refused Let go, as if once you let go, her sister will leave her.

For so many years, the sisters have a deep love, each other is an inseparable part of each other's heart, each other is each other's best friend, each other's pillar, each other's dependence, there is no deception, no betrayal, intimate, more than the world Any sister is close.

Now, if she really left, what would she do?

Jinyu grabbed Jinqiu's hand, watched the doctor skillfully injected the nutrient solution into her body, then gently covered Jinqiu with a quilt, looking at Jinqiu's pale and peaceful face, her heart was filled with There was a strong fear that the flowers would not bloom.

She knew that her sister was heartbroken and didn't want to live anymore.

In fact, she couldn't tell why she was so panicked in her heart, she always felt that the shot didn't hit Jinqiu at all, and she didn't want to live anymore, so no matter what, she couldn't save her.

A person has lost even the most basic survival instinct, so what else can he do?

"Sister..." Jin Yu gently took the peach wood comb, combed Jin Qiu's long hair carefully, and found that a handful of hair fell out when she touched it.