Author: Xiao Longyue

Ling Bei returned to the room and found that Nan Zishu, who was lying on the bed, had changed his position.

She lay inward, still motionless.

But Ling Bei knew that Nan Zishu was awake, so he asked softly: "Shushu, it's getting late, do you want to eat something first?"

The slightly curled body did not react at all.

Ling Bei also knew that she had actually heard it.

After a brief silence, Ling Bei walked to the bed and sat down first, then slowly lay behind Nan Zishu, stretched out his hand and wrapped her around her, and wrapped her entire arms.

They have never tried this intimate pose.

In the past, Nan Zishu would have blushed immediately, but now, she especially needs such a warm embrace to suppress the panic pain and helplessness in her heart.

The two of them were silent for a long time. It was so long that Lingbei thought Nan Zishu was really asleep again. Then they heard her inquire in a hoarse voice, blankly and in a daze: "Lingbei, where is my mother?"

Ling Bei was stunned for a moment.

Nan Zishu's voice was even a bit pathological, and his words were paranoid and strong hope: "She is still resting in the ward, right?"

Ling Bei then realized that Nan Zishu still didn't believe it. He didn't believe that even though he had already worked so hard, why did God still take away everything that mattered to her?

Now she only wants to immerse herself in her imagination.

Maybe she thought that everything that actually happened this afternoon was just an extremely real nightmare in her brief sleep.

Ling Bei knew that under the current situation, Nan Zishu should get out of unrealistic fantasies as soon as possible. But he really couldn't bear to speak up and break the hope that Nan Zishu begged for.

Seeing that Ling Bei had not responded for a long time, Nan Zishu's uneasiness increased. She tightly grabbed Ling Beihuan's hand on her waist and abdomen, and her voice gradually trembled: "Speak!"

"My mom will come back, right?"

She asked carefully again, but her voice was as if she had lost her soul. It was like a self-deception to herself.

This tone made Ling Bei, who had always been calm and at ease, suddenly at a loss.

Outsiders only express regret and compassion, and the so-called empathy seems pale and powerless at this moment.

And this skin-cutting pain can only leave traces of destruction on Nan Zishu alone.

After a long time, Nan Zishu spoke again in distracted: "Lingbei, do I never have a mother again?

"Do I have no relatives again? Do I have no home again?"

There is a strong suppression of howling in the end.

"Shushu." Ling Bei really didn't know how to comfort Nan Zishu now. Those words that were quite official flashed through his mind over and over again, and seemed extremely hypocritical at the moment.

He felt the girl in his arms twitching continuously, and could only feel his heart being almost suffocated.

Lingbei is a complete ghost-free theorist. Since childhood, he has experienced so much pain that he dared not speak to outsiders. He has never said such unfair words as heaven is.

But now he really wants to hold on to God for Nan Zishu.

"Shushu." Ling Bei finally just called Nan Zishu gently, then quietly raised his hand, covering Nan Zishu's eyes with his always dry palm: "If you are in pain, just cry. It doesn't matter, I will always be with you.

"Don't be so strong all the time."

The last sentence undoubtedly made Nan Zishu lose his power in an instant.

In the past, Nan Zishu could have been a child in a place where he had a mother.
Chapter completed!