He always felt that Ling Ang was strange this time, and it seemed that he lacked the unique affinity and deep affection when facing her.
He has been with him for so long, and he almost whispers every time he faces her. The unique speechless tenderness made her often feel like she was placed in pieces of cotton, soft and soft.
Intoxicated.
But why did this unique smell disappear in his voice this time?
But she felt that she was too suspicious. After all, Ling Ang was so busy and had a cold. It was normal for him to have a different voice than usual.
In a blink of an eye, another week passed.
In a blink of an eye, she had been away from Ling Ang for a month.
For a month, she lived a life while waiting every day, except for helping her father’s newly opened cake shop.
Waiting for Ling Ang to handle everything quickly, and then return to her side.
But for some reason, she always feels uneasy, and every day it seems like she is missing a certain soul.
That day, she was learning to make cakes from her father, and Zheng Yan came unexpectedly.
Moreover, the expression on his face was unfathomable, and the most unspeakable misery in the world was piled up in his eyes.
When Wang Aoshuang saw Zheng Yan suddenly coming, a strong feeling of uneasiness surged into his heart...
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Australia.
Wang Aoshuang burst into tears and rushed into the critical ward of the hospital's neurological department like crazy.
When she opened the ward door, a familiar face appeared before her.
Although his face was still handsome, he was as pale as a cloud, lying quietly, silently.
Lan Ru lay beside him, tears streaming down, crying into tears, "And, such a big thing happened, how could you hide it from your mother... Mom is already old, how could you let go of your mother and ignore it
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Wang Aoshuang pounced on Ling Ang's body heart-wrenchingly, tears shook him desperately like a mountain torrent, "Ang, get up... get up... get up quickly and tell me, this is not true...
You just have a little problem...you will wake up... right?"
The moment she heard Zheng Yan say that Ling Ang was about to leave, she felt as if she had heard the sound of the collapse of the whole world and almost fainted.
Zheng Yan actually told her that Ling Ang had undergone brain surgery and was in a coma after the operation.
But today Jerry suddenly told him that Ling Ang's condition suddenly worsened and his vital signs fell sharply.
The doctor said he might not be able to survive for 24 hours, so he tried to tell everyone around him to come and meet for the last time.
She couldn't believe that the clear and beautiful Ling Ang when she left Australia would appear in front of her in this form.
She really couldn't accept this sudden change.
She hugged his body tightly, shook him violently, and naively hoped that he could wake up by the stimulation, but no matter how excited she was, Ling Ang's figure always lay there quietly, without moving.
Jerry on the side was like a sculpture, with a deep pain on his face, and his voice was soft and silent, "You are late, Ang left an hour ago..."
"Impossible..." Wang Aoshuang struggled dyingly like a lonely goose shot by an arrow, moaning but also looking forward fiercely.
She hoped that what Jerry said was not true. In fact, Ling Ang was not dead yet, he was just in a coma.