Madam Dihao is not good

Her heart was raised, her throat was congested, but no matter how tightly her fingers clenched, she couldn't grasp anything.

【Sawano, do you like boys who look like you? 】

【do not like. 】

【why? 】

[I like girls who look like you. 】[

【Then what should I do if I like boys? 】

It clearly only happened yesterday, it's like having a dream, wake up from the dream, where is she?Where is this?

Baby, Sikong Zeye...

Everything is gone.

She twitched her shoulders weakly, isolated and helpless, unable to find support.

Suddenly, his body was pulled up by a force, and Bai Yunshang was hugged into an embrace.

There was his familiar breath and temperature in front of her nose, she leaned softly, and seemed to hear the sound of the rapid beating of the heart again.

Bai Yunshang's hand grabbed his white shirt, and several blood marks were reflected on it.

"Zano, you're here..."

As if it were a hallucination, she raised her head and looked at him, pursing her lips slightly, her eyes were red.

His eyes fell on the shirt, and he was dazed for a moment.

Bai Yunshang slowly retracted her hand.

He is no longer her Sawano, and from now on, never again.

"Sorry, Mr. Sikong, I made your shirt dirty..."

Lu's mother reminded: "Where do the doctors on the ship live?"

Sikong Zeye woke up, hugged her and started running...

Bai Yunshang stared blankly at his chin, his outline, his teeth clenched from running, and the sweat dripping from his handsome nose.

It seemed as if they were the only ones left in the world. For a moment, many past events floated in my mind.

Her eyes were empty, and she said like a raving: [

"Exactly, there is something I forgot to tell you..."

"I chose a name for the baby. The boy is called Sikong Yize, and the girl is called Sikong Yishang... I took it from the last word of the name, which means to commemorate."

"Does it sound good?"

There was no response, and Bai Yunshang's eyes were even more empty.

"Facts have proved that this name was chosen correctly, and it can only be used as a commemoration..."

The lights in the hallway danced empty.

Footsteps sounded eagerly in the empty corridor, his sweat dripped down, glistening, falling on the corners of her eyes, and slowly flowing down.

Like her tears.

The blood flowed more and more, and the ground in the corridor was covered with blood flowers one by one, and Lu's mother kept screaming.

Her skirt was stained red with blood.