Cold-hearted young master and revenge bride

When he looked at her, his deep feeling seemed to be integrated into her life. His voice was hoarse but determined: "Yiwan, let's wait for the 15% hope together. I believe that God will not treat us so lightly."

Lin Yiwan shrunk and shook her head. She looked into his eyes with tears in her eyes and said sadly, "I'm not greedy. I only need to be with you for half a year. I'm not going to have an operation, so I'll never see you. "

He holds her hand more tightly, he wants to be with her for a lifetime, not for half a year. If something really happens on the operating table, he will not live alone in this world. He must take this risk with her.

He looked into her eyes: "believe me, Yiwan, we can have a long life. As long as there is a glimmer of hope, we can't give up. Don't give up fighting against fate. I believe we can. "

Lin Yiwan looks at the man in front of her. She should fight for him, shouldn't she?

The continuous rainy days are finally over. It was at the beginning of dawn that the first ray of sunshine came out of the sky through the clouds. The fine morning glow sprinkled on the ward. Lin Yiwan was half lying on the hospital bed. Her face was no longer so pale, but a little ruddy. In addition to the effect of the potion, the most important thing is the mood.

Qi Aozhi is carefully carrying a bowl of rice porridge, carefully blowing cold in the lip, said to the woman in front of him pitifully: "Yiwan, have some porridge."

Lin Yiwan greedily looks at Qi Aozhi, looks at his handsome face and high nose, and feels his care and love everywhere. These days, he is almost inseparable with her, as if trying to recapture their lost years.

She sat up straight, wanted to take rice porridge, with a few shy, low said: "proud, I come, for you, I will eat well."

But he stubbornly did not let go and said irrefutably, "I feed you."

Lin Yiwan had to give up the fight and eat the millet porridge he fed her. The taste of the porridge was light and elegant, filled with such a thick warmth and happiness. She sighed in her heart. If only this moment could be forever.

However, people can't deceive themselves. Two days later, the date of the operation will be chosen. It's a pitiful probability that he and she know each other well. It's just that she has to fight once, not for herself, but for him.

He put down the bowl, looked at her with satisfaction, and said, "it's a good day. It's all finished."

She leans on the bed, but her eyes stay on his face for a moment. She just wants to take a look at him more and keep him in mind. I remember the old man said that when a person dies, he will go to Naihe bridge. After crossing the bridge, he will lose all the memories of his previous life. But she didn't want to. She should always remember him, whether in this life or in the afterlife.

He laughed and scraped the tip of her nose with his hand. He said, "what's the matter? I'm silly. Do you think I'm too handsome?"

She "Puchi" a smile, but with a smile, there are tears streaming out, she quickly lowered her head to cover up, but has been found by him. He held out his hand, wiped the tears from her face, held her in his arms, and sighed in her ear: "Yiwan, don't be afraid, I will always be with you."