Love in the Midst of Mistaken Identities

For the first time, she wanted to die alone, she wanted Xia Ruoxin to die, and she wanted the child to die.

In today's life, she does not allow anyone to destroy, and no one can destroy her happiness alone.

Xia Ruoxin?

She will not give her the chance to meet Chu Li, absolutely not.

She clenched her hands firmly, and a cold smile appeared on her face.

Xia Ruoxin ran back to the house he rented, then leaned slowly against the door and slid down slowly. The body was covered with rain, wet her clothes, and iced her heart.

She gasped breathlessly, then changed herself to a dress like a machine, but her trembling hands couldn't be warmed, no matter what.

She trembled and took out her few deposits from the cupboard. With only a little bit of shackles, it was impossible to match that astronomical figure.

She held the money tightly in her own hands, turned around and ran out, and in the hut, there was no longer the warmth of the past, and some were cold and desperate and quiet.

The rain outside from time to time hit the very clean glass window, and the water splashed and rippled.

Xia Ruoxin returned to the hospital. The smell of disinfection water made her head violently hurt. She clenched her hands and wanted to wake herself up, otherwise she was afraid that she would really collapse. I paid all the money, but it was still not enough, not enough, and even far worse.

When she walked into her daughter's ward, Xiaoyudian didn't know when she had woke up. She was sitting alone on the bed that was too big for her, her head was lowered, and the nurse around her kept talking about something. However, the child never failed to respond.

"Small rain ..." Xia Ruoxin said with a husky voice.

Light rain suddenly looked up, there were two tear marks on a small face, and tears like teardrops were still hanging on the long eyelashes.

"Mom ..." She stretched out her two small hands and wanted Xia Ruo to embrace her. She woke up here alone, without her baby, and without her mother. She kept crying, she kept crying, but still she didn't Her mother.

Xia Ruoxin quickly hugged her daughter's small body, which was bad for her, because she left her daughters one by one because she did not take good care of her, so that the younger age had such a serious illness.

It was also her badness, and even she couldn't afford to pay her daughter medical bills.

"Mom, Drizzle will be very good. Do n’t Mom drizzle, okay? Drizzle does n’t need anything, do n’t wear new clothes, do n’t wear new shoes, and do n’t even have a baby. Don't leave the raindrops ... "The little child's crying shoulders shook constantly, very pathetic.

Xia Ruo hugged his daughter tightly, and felt a sadness that could no longer be stopped.

She held up her daughter's face, which looks like hers. She stretched out her fingers and carefully wiped the tears from her daughter's face, then gently squeezed her as if she could squeeze water Cheek.

"How could a mother not want drizzle? Drizzle is her mother's baby. Look, mom just helped Drizzle take this," she took out Drizzle's favorite doll from her arms.