Ning Jinping, on the other hand, resolutely took Mo Wang's hand and pulled Yan Zhuang away, leaving the shadows in the room to Ning Zhenqian.

Outside the hospital, Yan Zhuang stopped and looked at Ning Jinping worriedly, "Really leaving like this? What will happen to the two children?"

Ning Jinping asked her with a stern face, "They haven't eaten a grain of rice in a day. Have you eaten?"

Yan Zhuang felt a little guilty and sighed, "Where can I eat it?"

"Are you like a child? Do you think you are still as strong as you were when you were young? Now you are the backbone. If you fall, what will happen to the children?" Ning Jinping scolded him, but he was even more heartbroken.

However, in just a few months, Yan Zhuang actually looked older.

Many, I only heard her clamoring to lose weight in the past, but now she has shrunk without losing weight, her face is haggard, the bags under her eyes, and wrinkles are very obvious. I feel sorry for her in my heart, but I feel that I have said too much, and she sighs, "

Xiaozhuang, thank you for your hard work..."

It was rare to hear gentle words from Ning Jinping's mouth. Yan Zhuang shook his head with tears in his eyes, "Jinping, I'm not afraid of hard work. I just want my family to be safe and my children happy. No matter how hard or tired it is, it's worth it. But why, now

Is it getting worse? Jinping, I haven’t taken care of this family well, and I feel ashamed of your trust in me..."

"How can I blame you?" Ning Jinping looked at his wife, his eyebrows filled with worry, "You have already worked hard enough. It's me. For decades, I have focused on the army and failed to help you.

The situation at home is so special this month, and I am on a business trip, so I have put too much on you."

The words made Yan Zhuang even more sad. From the day she married him, she knew that this was a man who made the army his home. This man dedicated his whole life to the army. She never complained. As a family member, she just wanted to

Let him have no worries, but even though she is solemn and capable, she still only has one word of shame...

"Jin Ping, my little girl is gone..." This is the fact that Yan Zhuang cannot face the most. It is an unexpected responsibility not to forget the Ning family. As a bloodline of the Ning family, Ning Zhenqian's children, of course they love them dearly.

In particular, such a special child naturally attracted almost all their energy and attention, but the little girl was their hope.

In the days when they accepted, got used to and took care of Mo Wang, they felt heavy, tired, hopeless, and in pain... Although they gave Mo Wang a lot of love, life also closed a door in front of their eyes...

I thought this door would never open again, but I unexpectedly got the news that Tao Zi was pregnant. The arrival of the little girl was like a dawn in the darkness, illuminating their dim window. Regardless of the relationship between Ning Zhenqian and Tao Zi,

No matter where they belong, the little girl will be like a little angel, bringing them hope and dreams...

Ning Ping forgets the rice. I can’t remember how many moments the old couple admired their little girl while guarding Mo Wang; I can’t remember how many moments Ning Jinping sighed with emotion that God has treated the Ning family well after all...

The cautious old couple couldn't do anything more in their son's emotional entanglement, but they devoutly looked forward to their little girl growing up, being born, and the beautiful girl she would eventually grow into...

But, until now, it is really just a dream...

How sad is Ning Jinping? But as a man, he can only pat his beloved wife on the shoulder, "Xiaozhuang, don't be too sad, we still have a lot to do."

How could he not be sad? He held on strong in front of his son and Tao Zi, and took off his disguise in front of her husband, "Jin Ping... why is this happening?"

No one can answer why this is the case. Every effect in the world has its cause, but they cannot find out where the cause is...

"Let's go, let's eat first! Come back and see them." He said he wanted to leave, but it only provoked Ning Zhenqian. Really, how could he let go of those two children?

Ning Jinping put one hand into his pocket, and inside there was a small golden lock of longevity, which his mother prepared after learning that she had a baby girl. She gave it to him and asked him to put it on her baby on the day she was born. From then on

Since then, he has been wearing it by his side, playing with it when he has nothing to do, and looking forward to his granddaughter.

When their son was born, his mother said that this lock could protect her long life. He never liked superstitions about gods and Buddhas, but he was willing to believe that their family's only hope was that their little girl could live a healthy and happy life.

Growing up, and living a long life... Is this irony or fate?

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Ning Jinping and Yan Zhuang took Mo Wang away. Ning Zhenqian sat in the corridor, listening to the footsteps gradually getting away. Every step was like stepping on his heart. Every step reminded him that there was someone lying inside.

There were people who were hurt more deeply than him, people who needed his care, but how could he, how dare he, how could he face that face...

Her gentle cough came from inside. It was very light, just a sound, but it struck his heartstrings like a lightning strike, making him ache and making him uneasy...

He hesitated and moved his steps slightly on the ground. There seemed to be a pulling force in his heart, trying to lead him inwards. However, his body was controlled by another thought and he could not go in...

Until there was another cough from inside, he could no longer control it. He stood up and rushed into the room at an alarming speed. What he was afraid of was that if he slowed down again, he would lose his courage again...

From a close distance, I could clearly see the person on the bed. His face was as white as paper, his glossy pink lips had turned blue-grey, and his thin body lay flat on the quilt.

His heart felt like needles pricking him. This was not his daughter, not...

His daughter was lively and full of life, and would chase and run around him to have fun. How could she be the haggard person in front of her?

There was another gentle cough, and her body trembled slightly, like a thin fallen leaf trembling in the wind.

How could he bear to see her haggard face? He turned away with tears in his eyes, a sob in his throat.

He silently poured a glass of warm water, held it in front of her, and whispered her name, "Nanny..." Unexpectedly, there was a blockage in his throat and his voice was hoarse.

Her face was like paper, her eyes were tightly closed, her eyelids were slightly trembling, and her long eyelashes were slightly startled.

"Nanny, do you want some water?" He stared at her dry lips and asked hoarsely.

However, she only fluttered her eyelashes a few times, but did not open her eyes to look at him.

He felt a sharp pain in his heart, knowing that she had woken up a long time ago, but she just didn't want to see him. At this moment, she must hate him...

"I'm sorry, Nannan..." Almost sobbing, has it come to an end? And at the end of love, there is still only this "I'm sorry"...

She could not suppress the grief in her heart, could no longer pretend that she heard nothing, and did not want to open her eyes. However, her breath was rising and falling due to emotional excitement, and tears slowly flowed out from under her closed eyelids and flowed into her neck.

…

Her tears...13acv.

Her tears have always been the fragile beads in his heart...

He let out a cry and buried his head in her neck, sucking in the teardrops messily. At the same time, his own tears also spread into her neck and mixed with hers, making it impossible to tell which ones were his.

Which drop belongs to her...

Feeling the sting of his stubble on her neck, her heart was like a sharp knife. Some people say that the ultimate love is when a bleeding man sheds tears for you, and a tearful man sheds blood for you...

But has anyone told her that loving to the extreme can also hurt to the extreme?

How else could they love this tough man who was crying on her shoulder?

She closed her eyes and couldn't see his tearful eyes or his painful face. She could only see her little girl walking farther and farther in the darkness...

"Little girl...little girl asked us why we don't want her..." Her hoarse and dry voice sounded, with tears streaming down her face.

His body lying beside her trembled, and his sobs were buried on her shoulders, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry..." He was looking forward to the arrival of his little girl as much as she was. No one knew how much he loved her, but

, the little girl still ended up in his hands...

She only said this sentence and turned her face tiredly. Even shedding tears became so difficult...

The two people who were supposed to keep each other warm were as if they were separated by a mountain in this early summer night...

She frowned and coughed again.

He raised his head, his face was wet, and he didn't know whose tears it was, "Nanny, are you feeling uncomfortable? Drink some water?"

Looking at her dry lips, he poured the warm water to her lips.

However, she closed her lips and eyes, as if she had never heard it.

"Nanny..." He changed the spoon and fed a small mouthful into her lips. However, she refused to swallow or cooperate, so the water came out and flowed to one side.

He put down the spoon feebly and called the doctor. The doctor said it was nothing serious and that he should drink more warm water.

But, how could she be willing to drink? Let alone eat...

When he told the doctor about this situation, the doctor instead told him that as a husband, he couldn't even do his wife's job well, so how could he be a husband? His wife had just had a miscarriage, so she must be emotional, and as a relative she should be comforted.

Ning Zhenqian was scolded to the point of being helpless, but when she returned to the ward, she still had such a stubborn little face...

How much resentment and hatred towards him should be contained in this face? He didn't dare to think about it, he didn't want to think about it, but at this moment, he had to face it.

Slowly walked up to her and begged in a mute voice, "Nanny, you punish me, don't punish yourself, okay?"

But within a day, he felt that her cheeks were a little sharper, and her cheekbones were so thin that they turned blue. The thinness on her body hurt his heart. If being with him made her suffer so much, then let him

It's a pain, as long as she can get rid of it...

He steeled himself, endured the heart-crushing pain, and said word by word with difficulty, "Okay... as long as you are willing to eat, as long as you stop torturing yourself, I promise you... let go... we...

…divorce……"

After he finished speaking, a huge pain surged in his heart, and the impact of huge waves made him unable to breathe.

He opened his mouth and turned around quickly, tears filling his eyes...

And this scene happened to be seen by Ning Jinping and Yan Zhuang who had returned, and their hearts ached. The oppressive air in the ward emitted a strong resistance, making it impossible for the two to step into the ward again...

Although Tao Zi closed her eyes, every word he said penetrated into her ears without missing a beat, "I promise you...let go...divorce...divorce...divorce..." These words were like a rumbling bell.

The sound echoed in her ears.

I always thought about leaving, escaping again and again, but now I finally got two words from him, pain, but it was so obvious...

She bit her lip to prevent her crying from leaking out, but her tears kept flowing.

They finally reached this point, and they did so even when their bodies were completely injured...

She didn't blame him for her little girl's departure.

It's not his fault, let alone Mo Wang's fault, it's just a coincidence.

However, the result of this coincidence is a pain that neither she nor he can bear. He loves his little girl, she knows it, and she believes that if possible, he would rather use his own life to exchange for her life.
To be continued...