She chuckled as she said.

Leng Xiao hugged her head and didn't let go.

However, he did not comfort her, nor did he interrupt her, and let her tell her alone.

He knew that now she needed to say and use words to relieve her inner discomfort. He needed to use words to pass this long waiting time and use words to fill the hollowness in her heart.

However……

Baoqi stopped and stopped complaining.

After a long time, she smiled and sighed, and said softly: "I always blame her in person, not because I am open-minded, but because I can't forget it. Do you know? Once it is said, it will relieve the hatred, but I don't want to relieve it. I want to remember it all the time... But now I know that compared to the pain of a six-year-old child losing his mother, the mother who had to cruelly abandon her own daughter would not feel any better..."

"Be good, it's over..." Leng Xiao's heart beat very fast.

"Uncle Second, I'm fine..." sighed again, Baoqi's voice was sobbing that it was unreasonable, "Now I want to wait for her to wake up, get better, and be filial to her. Everything in the past must be put aside. You, me, our children, my mother, we will live a good life, right?"

"yes."

"Will you treat her well?"

"Yes." After hesitating for a half second, Leng Xiao's voice was a little stiff.

"Thanks."

After swallowing, Baoqi changed direction and leaned quietly on him.

In the corridor outside the intensive care unit, the figures of the two people snuggling together seemed a little lonely.

The waiting time is long...

It is as long as a snail climbing a tree...

The sky gradually darkened.

At some point, Baoqi was stunned and his thoughts drifted away. At this moment, Leng Kexin's voice suddenly came from a distance.

"Sister—Second uncle—"

Carrying a big red travel bag, the young Leng could stand there, bent her body slightly and supported her knees, panting. It could be seen that she was running over quickly, and her little face turned red. However, she called her and Leng Xiao, but she could no longer speak.

Holding Leng Xiao's arm, Baoqi looked at her.

"Kexin, you're finally back."

Seeing her own sister and her second uncle being intimate, Leng Kexin bit her lip, but she was still a little uncomfortable. However, the situation is different now. She paused, walked over with her waist.

"Sister, our mom...how's going on."

After receiving a call from her second uncle, she rushed to Kyoto in a hurry.

Never thought that her invincible mother would commit suicide.

For Leng Kexin, who has never been so simple that he knows nothing, this matter is simply ridiculous like a lie in the end of the world.

After pursing her lips, Baoqi wanted to smile at her sister, but her smile did not meet the standards, and she seemed a little distorted and sad: "Mom has not yet escaped from the danger period... But she will be fine. Don't worry too much."

After a little relaxed between her eyebrows, Leng Kexin put down her travel bag and sat next to her.

Looking back at the intensive care unit, she looked at her pale face, and then at her second uncle's cold face, which has not changed for thousands of years. Leng Kexin couldn't find anything to say.

The atmosphere cooled down again.

Under the seemingly calm appearance, everyone's mind is collapsing.

At six o'clock in the evening, Mr. Leng, who had settled the guests at home, rushed to the hospital.

At 7 o'clock in the evening, the doctor said that the patient was still in a coma and the situation was quite vague.

At 8 o'clock in the evening, the doctor said that the patient was still in a coma, but his vital signs were not very stable, so they must be mentally prepared, and the patient may never wake up again.

At nine o'clock in the evening, the doctor said that the patient was still not awake. He carefully issued a notice of critical illness to his family, asking them to prepare for the patient's death again.

After receiving the notice of critical illness, Baoqi was completely stunned.

This is the first time she signed this thing in her life.

Her fingers were trembling, and she felt that she had signed the mother's life.

Finally, the whole family was caught until ten o'clock in the evening.

At 10:05, Bao Xiangyu, who had been in a coma for nearly twelve hours, finally woke up. However, waking up was just a rebirth before his death. The doctor shook his head helplessly and walked out, sighing at them with some depressed silence.

"You go and say goodbye to her!"

The door to the intensive care unit is opened-

bid farewell?

Her heart was heavy, her steps were weak, and every move seemed to be stepping on cotton. Baoqi didn't know how she was being helped by Leng Xiao and walked into the intensive care unit. She only knew that her heart was always in a numb state. She wanted to cry, she wanted to cry loudly, and she wanted to cry happily, but the tears stagnated again and were held in her throat.

"Mom, mom-- wake up quickly--"

Her heart was slightly shocked.

Someone was crying loudly in her ears. She thought it was her own crying, because she wanted to shout that too. But her voice was hoarse and she couldn't speak after moving several times. When she turned her head, she saw the cold Kexin, who was crying softly, lying softly on the edge of the hospital bed, crying.

There are all kinds of instruments in the intensive care unit, which looks cold and has no emotions. Bao Xiangyu's face, which is reflected on the hospital bed, has all the blood color is pulled away. She looks as haggard as a person who can be blown away by the wind. Her eyes are slightly swollen and shallow, and her eyes are slowly turning, and she is scanning her family in the room.

However, she could no longer speak or move.

The doctor said it was good to wake up and say goodbye to his family. She couldn't say anything now. If you have anything you want to say to her, just tell her.

Baoqi's heart is like a sharp weapon hitting and interspersing.

It hurts, but numb.

Is she really going to die?

Is her mother, who loves her, really going to die?

Why, die?

Her mind was thinking about the problem of nonchalance, and she heard the crying in the intensive care unit, and her nerves were a little weird and abnormally numb. The death of a living person was a great shock to people. Leng Xiao looked a little heavy, and even the old man Leng, who had always been hard, had red eyes. Leng Kexin, who was young, cried the most violently. She was hoarse at the top of her lungs, and she was like a broken bead, and she couldn't hold back her eyes.

Baoqi looked at her sister and envied her a little. She could cry as soon as she wanted to.

I don’t know what others were saying, she swallowed all the pain back into her stomach while cold and sobbing loudly, buried it deeply, slowly squatted down, squatted beside Bao Xiangyu’s bed, pulled a bright smile at her, gently stroked her face with one hand, and told her with a smile.

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Chapter completed!