Ding Yiyi wiped away her tears and reached out to touch the child's head, but a big hand took the child's hand one step ahead of her.

"Baby, what are you looking at?" Ye Nianmo came over to sign the boy's hand and looked at Ding Yiyi in the direction of the boy's finger.

He frowned in confusion, "The baby has nothing?"

"Nianmo, baby." Aoxue came over and glanced lightly in Ding Yiyi's direction, "What are you looking at?"

"Nothing." Ye Nianmo held Aoxue with one hand and the little boy with the other, turning around and leaving.

Ding Yiyi stood there, like an abandoned person. She wanted to cry, and the liquid slipped from her cheek. She reached out to touch her cheek, but her hand went directly through her cheek.

Suddenly the earth shook, and the green grass turned into a white ward. The man in the ward looked peaceful. He has a good wife, his son has a successful career, and his family has a happy marriage. He is a famous man in Dongjiang City.

Philanthropists and entrepreneurs live a simple, happy life.

The person on the bed was lying quietly, and his slightly rising chest indicated that he might die soon.

Ding Yiyi stood on the bedside and looked at him unscrupulously. Suddenly he opened his eyes and fixed his eyes on her face, "Who are you?"

"Don't you know me?" Ding Yiyi asked, covering her mouth and choking, her eyes full of sadness.

Ye Nianmo shook his head slightly, "I don't know you," he paused, his brows furrowed slightly, his old voice had a thick nasal sound, "But, I always feel so familiar."

Tears burst into the bank, and Ding Yiyi cried and laughed. The figure in front of her could not be seen clearly. She tried her best to wipe away her tears, but found that there were more and more tears as she wiped them away.

"Girl? Girl, wake up?"

"No!" Ding Yiyi suddenly screamed and sat up, reaching out to wipe away the tears on her face, looking at the old man in front of her with tearful eyes.

The old man was startled and thought that Ding Yiyi was ill and was overly sad. He quickly said: "My child, now that the country is developed and the medical level has kept up, we must have confidence."

Ding Yiyi cried again, and the big drops of tears faded on her camel coat. Seeing that she was crying even harder, the old man had no choice but to sigh and walk away.

It was already night, and Ding Yiyi was walking through the corridor like a ghost. When she came to the door of the ward, Ye Bo just opened the door and came out.

When she looked lost, he comforted her: "The young master is fine. He is expected to wake up tomorrow. Don't worry too much."

She nodded, and her dry voice sounded as unpleasant as the sand in the desert when she spoke, "I know, thank you."

Entering the room, Ye Nianmo fell asleep quietly, her curly eyelashes casting shadows on her eye sockets. She looked down at him, the dream lingering in her heart.

In the world without her, he lived a happy and ordinary life, with a life of prosperity and wealth and a happy marriage.

Big tears fell on her face, and the sleeping person frowned as if in shock. Her eyes rolled a few times under her thin eyelids, struggling to wake up.

She held his hand and put it on her cheek, "I'm sorry, you shouldn't know me."

The sleeping person did not respond. She continued talking to herself, "I know that at first you will resent me for leaving without saying goodbye and will desperately look for me, but promise me that you will live a good life after you can't find me."

The fingers on her cheeks trembled slightly, and she quickly wiped away her tears and let go.

Ye Nianmo's arms hung weakly on the edge of the bed. She stood up, took her satchel and hurried out.

In the Ye Family Buddhist Hall, a one-meter-high golden Buddha was enshrined on the chopping board. Fu Fengyi knelt on the futon and recited scriptures devoutly. Ding Yiyi stood aside, her eyes falling on the peaceful golden Buddha, "Grandma
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