Qiao Xining spent this life with Lin Shu until he was sixty years old.

Even if I pay attention to health exercises, my body still has problems.

Lin Yuening never thought that his beautiful and arrogant mother would one day lie on the hospital bed wearing plain sick clothes.

The hair, which was as smooth as silk, gradually became boring and kept shortening after repeated chemotherapy.

The mother who loves beauty puts on her own collection of hats.

She felt a little uncomfortable.

She is obviously young, so why is she about to lose her mother?

But she knows.

The most uncomfortable thing is probably my father.

The thick and hard spine in the past slowly hunched over like a pair of broken chopsticks.

People who are not talking much are even more taciturn.

During that period.

Lin Shu almost stayed in the hospital.

Qiao Xining was awake, he was awake.

Qiao Xining fell asleep and he was awake.

He looked after her endlessly.

"Lin Shu."

Qiao Xining lay on the bed, turned his head to look at him, and asked slowly: "Am I ugly now?"

"Won't."

He reached out and touched her hat-wearing head, "You're pretty."

Qiao Xining smiled at him, "I believe what you said."

In the past, she would be happy to argue with him and argue about the authenticity of her words.

But now there is not much time left, she just wants to get along well with him.

"Lin Shu."

Qiao Xining spoke slowly, but she was angry but not angry, and her voice was very soft: "I promised to accompany you for the rest of my life, but my life seems a bit too short."

There seems to be nothing worth her worrying about in this world.

My father passed away a few years ago; his only daughter got married and had children, and the other party was obviously very nice to her; his grandson was also cute and lively.

The only thing she couldn't rest assured was Lin Shu.

"sorry."

Qiao Xining rarely bowed to others in his life. The only two times he was sorry for Lin Shu.

"I'm really, a little too tired."

Lin Yuening stood outside and looked into the ward through the small pane.

I couldn't help but raise my hand to cover my mouth and burst into tears silently.

The doctor said that this is called a return to the light.

It's the last time to speak.

In the ward.

Qiao Xining grabbed Lin Shu's wrist, pressed it to his lips, and took a bite.

Very light, like a feather sweeping over it.

This shouldn't be the force that Qiao Xining should have.

In the past, she could leave obvious red teeth marks at any time.

"Joining."

Lin Shu called her, but she didn't say anything.

"Leave a mark and find you first in the next life."

Lin Shu lowered his eyes and glanced at the not-obvious tooth marks on his wrist.

He hummed softly.

Qiao Xining smiled.

Her eyes widened and stared at Lin Shu without blinking.

Time has not left too many traces on his face.

The skin is firm, the nose is straight, and the pupils are deep...

Just as before.

Qiao Xining looked at it and slowly closed her eyes.

Lin Shu silently said.

Like a sculpture, it must be integrated with darkness.

Lin Yuening stood outside.

"Mother."

Five-year-old Gu Jialin whispered to her.

Lin Yuening stared at the ward.

Seeing the person sitting motionless, he slowly raised his hand, opened his mouth, and bit his wrist hard.

The place where Qiao Xining just left his mark.

"good."

Lin Shu's voice was low and hoarse: "I'll wait for you to come to me."

Lin Yuening was stunned.

I quickly realized that my father was deepening the mark left by my mother.

"dad."

When he walked out, Lin Yuening dared to speak: "You might as well help you live with us in the future, so that my mother will definitely feel much more at ease."

Lin Shu nodded.

Lin Yuening breathed a light sigh.

Very inexplicable.

She even felt that the next second, dad would go with his mother.

However, one day later.

Her premonition came true.

#Lin Shu’s death# topic has become a hot topic.

This name, which has disappeared for a long time but has been mentioned repeatedly, has once again triggered a hot search.

There are many different opinions on the reasons for the death.

Only Lin Yuening knows.

Her father was indeed chasing his mother.

The same time between one day.

Accurate to every minute and every second.

This life.

Even death cannot separate them.
Chapter completed!