Wealthy child bride: divorced 101 times

To him, the exchange five years ago was tantamount to pushing Su Qianqian into the abyss of death.She did come back alive, but what if she didn't...

If she died in that forest, how would he ask for her forgiveness?

Every time he thought about it, he felt despicable.

Su Qianqian was silent. She looked at the man's pale face under the light. Looking at him like this, she could see that he had lost a lot of weight.

She felt that the heart in her chest began to ache, she didn't dare to look any further, she turned her head away a little.

"You always go your own way." She whispered, "Never asked me if I was willing. Where will you put me if you do this? If you really die, I will never forgive you."

"..."

"Yi Ningxiu, you are really selfish."

Yi Ningxiu looked at her cold face and turned his head away slightly.

He admits his selfishness, he just hopes that after his death, Su Qianqian will not forget him.

He has done too many wrong things, and he no longer expects her forgiveness when he is alive, but after death, he hopes that she will not forget him.

He is indeed selfish.

Su Yue pushed the wheelchair in. His eyes, which inherited Su Qianqian's, were as dark as midnight. He looked up at Yi Ningxiu, his calm expression did not fluctuate. He just pushed Su Qianqian's hand in the wheelchair, slightly shaking tight.

The light in the ward was very bright, and each other's subtle expressions were undoubtedly revealed under the light.

"When was this disease discovered?"

Su Qianqian asked.

"half year ago."

"You!" She gritted her teeth and scolded in a low voice, "Then why don't you go for treatment?!"

"There is no matching bone marrow." Yi Ningxiu stared at her face and said softly, "I can't find it."

Su Qianqian was slightly stunned.

The matching rate of bone marrow also depends on luck. Relatives have the highest matching rate, but it cannot be ruled out that they are not suitable, let alone strangers.

Otherwise, there would not be so many leukemia patients dying in today's advanced technology.

"Madam Yi, she..."

"She can't." Yi Ningxiu shook his head, "It's been six months, maybe you can wait until tomorrow, maybe you can find it after I die..." His voice was slightly helpless, but not desperate, " I'm glad to see you again."

He leaned over to look at her, and gently touched her face with his slender fingers, the fingertips were cold, and Yi Ningxiu's eyes were full of deep affection and tenderness.

"After I die, will you forget me?" He put his palms in front of her eyes, blocking her view, and the man showed a sad look where she couldn't see, "You hate me so much, so you will never forget me for the rest of your life." Can you remember me?"

Su Qianqian waved his hand and tried to slap his hand away, but Yi Ningxiu remained motionless, and he only let go of his hand slowly when the emotions in his eyes subsided.

Su Qianqian looked at him coldly: "How can I remember you. After I leave here, I will naturally forget you completely. Whether you are dead or alive, what does it matter to me?!"

Yi Ningxiu didn't speak, but just stared at her. His eyes were very light, but at this moment, it seemed that a drop of thick ink had been poured into them, so thick that he couldn't see his emotions clearly.

After a while, he said, "That's fine."

These three words seemed to have exhausted all his strength, making his face paler and paler.

Su Qianqian's hand on her lap was tightly clenched, and it began to tremble.