A corner of the flowers playfully showed behind her, but she said without realizing it: "Guess what I brought you?"

Ye Chuyun followed her words and pretended to be confused, "What did you bring?"

"Deng Deng Deng!" Ding Yiyi smiled and showed the flowers, and took the bottle to the bathroom to play with it.

Ye Chuyun was lying on the hospital bed, his eyes following the looming beautiful figure in the bathroom, but his heart was filled with sadness. He could not marry her, let alone harm her.

Ding Yiyi put the vase on the table and sat next to Ye Chuyun. She grabbed his hand and started planning the future wedding.

"Let's just get married this time. Don't go to the Maldives. It's too unlucky."

"good."

"You are not in good health. Let's go to Australia for our honeymoon? It's not winter there and the weather should be better."

"good."

"I'll look for the ring I designed tomorrow to see if there is a gold shop willing to make it."

"good."

"We must live a long life."

"good."

I don't know how long it took, but Ding Yiyi fell asleep beside the bed. Ye Chuyun's hands gently plucked her hair. Although the heart transplant was successful, his heart still hurt so much that people couldn't help but tremble.

"What are you going to do after I leave?" he said softly, tears sliding down the corners of his eyes and soaking the pillow.

Ding Yiyi slept uneasily. After murmuring for a while, she held his hand tightly and fell asleep again.

He looked at her lovingly, but he was very anxious in his heart. He was worried that she would be hurt again after he left. Whose arms did she hide in at that time?

With difficulty, he picked up Ding Yiyi's cell phone from the table and dialed Ye Nianmo's phone number.

Everything was going on quietly, Ding Yiyi didn't even know Ye Nianmo was coming.

"What are you going to do?" Ye Nianmo lowered his voice.

"You hurt her many times." Ye Chuyun said lightly, feeling the warmth in his palm.

Ye Nianmo frowned and did not refute. He did not want to exaggerate his love for her with verbal promises, which would be too exaggerated and cheap.

"Don't tell her about my illness at any time, even if I'm in a coffin."

This is what Ye Chuyun is most worried about. He doesn't want her to live in guilt, so he would rather she live in the lie that he is still alive for the rest of her life.

His words were full of sadness. Ye Nianmo's throat tightened and he said after a while: "Okay."

The next day, Hai Qingqing shook her head, her brows filled with disapproval, "Why not have chemotherapy?"

"Mom and Dad, I don't want to spend my last days living in endless pain. I would rather enjoy more fun in the limited time."

Ye Chuyun looked at his parents, who had grown much older overnight, and was filled with sadness. This time, Mo Xiaojun did not object. He choked and said, "Child, do whatever you want to do."

A month later, people were coming and going at the airport. Ding Yiyi pushed Ye Chuyun out of the passage, and Xia Youxin and Ye Qianmo came to pick her up in person.

Xia Youxin had long been told that he had to hide it from Ding Yiyi, so Ye Qianmo had no choice but to hold back his sadness and pretend to be happy: "I think the response is pretty good."

Ding Yiyi smiled happily at the side. The driver of the Ye family wanted to come forward to help push the wheelchair, but she refused. The two of them seemed to be very affectionate.

The car stopped at Ye's house. Fu Fengyi had been waiting impatiently. As soon as she saw Ye Chuyun appeared, she immediately staggered towards the door. Aoxue hurriedly went to help her.
Chapter completed!