At this time, the nurse pushed Mo Jingguo out.

"Jingguo!" Liu Fengyan's eyes lit up and she was about to pounce on her.

The medical staff blocked her and pushed Mo Jingguo into the ICU.

The group followed and waited outside the ICU.

Liu Fengyan was exhausted and could no longer support her and fainted.

She was sent to get drifted water, accompanied by Mo Xiyu.

Outside the ICU, Zhou Yanchen sat on a chair with Mo Xiran.

Medical staff kept walking around, and the doctor also went in and checked twice.

Time froze in the middle of the night. Zhou Yanchen went to smoke a cigarette and came back, and saw Mo Xiran lying in a chair and couldn't hold on.

But in her sleep, she was not at ease, and kept muttering softly, frowning with her thin eyebrows.

He took off his coat and wrapped it around her, gently hugged her in his arms and hugged her.

Mo Xiran leaned into his arms and quickly wet the shirt in front of him.

He touched his tentacles, and one hand was wet.

Kissing her forehead, Zhou Yanchen didn't know how to comfort her.

The doctor has already revealed his situation to Mo Jingguo, so I am afraid he can't hold on.

The sequelae of the car accident caused some diseases in Mo Jingguo himself. When people get old, they can't help but struggle.

Mo Jingguo was seriously ill once a few years ago and his body had already been hollowed out.

The situation in recent years can be regarded as a rebirth.

He never dared to tell her about this fact, just because he was afraid that she would be like this now.

He knew clearly how much she loved her father.

In her sleep, Mo Xiran was in a white mist. She didn't know what was going on, but there was a voice that seemed to be there and was guiding her and kept moving forward.

Pulling away the fog, she saw a white two-story building.

That's her home!

The home she lived in when she was a child!

She has her mother and father at home.

Mo Xiran was so excited that she ran over.

When she opened the yard, she saw a lot of flowers and plants planted in the small yard.

A beautiful woman is watering flowers.

That was her mother.

She hasn't dreamed of her for many years.

Mo Xiran opened her mouth, but couldn't scream.

After a while, dad came out too.

That was my father when he was young, and he had a bookish atmosphere.

He hugged his mother's shoulders and the two looked at each other and smiled.

Dad and mom are together.

Her heart aches and she wakes up in a dream.

"Xixi."

Who gently called in his ears?

Mo Xiran raised her eyes and cried, "Is my home going to scatter?"

"It won't disperse," he said.

He told her so firmly that he would not part.

Mo Xiran really wanted to believe him, but when she turned around, she saw the vulnerable person in the ICU.

"Will my dad die?" She showed her helpless and almost transparent look like a child.

It makes the heart tight and painful.

Zhou Yanchen touched her hair and gritted his teeth: "No."

"Yeah." She seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, nodded and leaned into his arms.

"Achen, I'm a little tired."

Zhou Yanchen held her in his arms and said, "Then you sleep for a while, and then your father wakes up, I'll call you."

"Okay, be sure to wake me up right away."

"Yeah, go to bed." He kissed her forehead and tightened his arms.

Mo Xiran smelled the familiar smell of cologne on his body, and there was a strong smell of hospital disinfectant.

Frowning, she closed her eyes tightly.

Let's have a sleep, wake up and everything will be fine.

I hope this is a dream.

When I woke up from my dream, my dad will be fine.

"Xixi, Xixi, Xixi..."

Who is it?

Calling her.

Mo Xiran opened her eyes and sat alone on the bench.

Zhou Yanchen is gone.

"Achen, Achen." She stood up in panic and looked for him, but she disappeared everywhere.

The door of the intensive care unit was open. She walked over quickly, but found that Mo Jingguo on the bed was gone.

"Dad! Dad!"

"Xixi, am I here?"

Mo Jingguo's voice came from behind.

Mo Xiran suddenly turned around and saw him standing a few steps away with a smile, spreading his arms towards him.

"Dad!" she shouted, ran over, and rushed into Mo Jingguo's arms.

"Dad! Are you okay? Alright?"

"Well, dad is fine." Mo Jingguo touched her hair and said softly: "Are Xixi worried?"

"Well, but I know, dad is definitely fine."

"Xixi, listen to me." Mo Jingguo held her shoulder and gently pulled her out of his arms, "Dad has something to tell you."

"What?"

"Xixi, actually..."

"Xixi, Xixi, wake up."

When he opened his eyes, Mo Xiran was confused for a moment.

She couldn't tell whether she was in a dream or in reality.

His eyes began to focus slowly until Zhou Yanchen's worried face came into his eyes.

"Achen." She opened her mouth and called him hoarsely.

Zhou Yanchen touched her face and whispered: "Xixi, are you okay?"

Something was poured into my mind instantly.

She sat up suddenly and turned to look at the ICU.

Fake.

Everything is fake.

Mo Jingguo was still inside, lying on the hospital bed.

Holding her head with both hands, she pulled her hair and murmured: "It's all fake."

Zhou Yanchen frowned and held her arm, "Xixi, what's wrong with you? Did you have a nightmare just now?"

"No."

Not a nightmare.
To be continued...