Lord Xiao, your wife is super sweet!

Chapter 987

This is not the first time Yun Zhen has experienced the scene at this moment.

She still clearly remembers how she felt when she knew her mother Song Ziyue was terminally ill.

Shocked, disbelieving, unacceptable, unwilling to accept, escapism
She still remembers the feeling like being hit by five thunderbolts.

At that time, Yun Zhen was only in his teens, and he was still a child with an immature mind.

Her life in the first ten years or so can be said to have grown up in a honeypot, her parents were there, and she was the apple of their eye that was favored by them.

I haven't experienced wind and rain, I haven't suffered hardships, and I haven't even suffered any setbacks.

Although the Yun family is still far from the upper class, it is still a family above the middle class.

Yun Zhen has been a pampered daughter since she was a child.

Therefore, the mother who doted on her the most suddenly fell ill, which dealt a huge blow to her.

Song Ziming said: "Zhenzhen during that period was simply strange. She suddenly changed from an innocent little girl to a taciturn one."

Even during the period when Song Ziyue's condition worsened, Yun Zhen once fell into the stage of autism.

She is lively and loves to laugh. During that time, there was no smile on her face.

Yun Zhen still clearly remembers the scene when her mother's condition worsened.

The originally gentle and smiling mother suddenly became lethargic, and basically closed her eyes every day, lying on the hospital bed to sleep.

Her face was ugly, sallow and haggard, and when she slept with her eyes closed, her brows were tightly wrinkled.

Waking up once in a while, either because of having a nightmare, or because of suffering from illness.

Every time she sees her mother crying in pain, Yun Zhen will hide aside and cry secretly.

During that time, she was always by her mother's side, wiping her body with a towel every day.

She talked with her mother every day, but her mother didn't seem to hear what she said, and never responded to her.

Even, my mother's memory is gradually fading due to the torment of illness.

In order to let her mother know who she is, Yun Zhen will deliberately introduce herself every time, and whisper in her mother's ear:

"Mom, I am Zhenzhen, your daughter Zhenzhen!"

Song Ziyue, who was terminally ill, rarely responded to this.

It can be said that Song Ziyue's consciousness was always vague until her death.

Until the night before her death, Song Ziyue's spirit was particularly good that day.

She recognized the little girl lying beside her bed, it was her precious daughter Yun Zhen.

She took Yun Zhen's hand and smiled at her gently. The way her eyes were bent was the warmest light left in Yun Zhen's heart.

She told Yun Zhen: You must live a good life, eat well, sleep well, develop good habits, protect your stomach, find someone who treats you well, and live your own happy life.

That night, Yun Zhen nodded in agreement very obediently.

She thought that as long as she was good enough, the god of death would let her mother go.

After all, her mother is so kind, she has always been a gentle and smiling woman!
However, the miracle did not appear.

The next day, Yun Zhen came to the hospital with the soup her grandmother made for her mother.

I saw that my mother was covered with a white cloth. The white cloth is really white!

White to blinding, white to terror, white to despair
At that moment, Yun Zhen's mind went blank and her five senses were lost.

A sense of powerlessness and despair dragged her into the abyss like a scourge
(End of this chapter)