Xia Yihan sat back on the bed, gently touching the person he loved most in bed. Ao Xue's attitude just now resembles that of Sisi, which makes Xia Yihan feel like a passing away.

"Some people, even if they die, will always live by your side and never die out." Xia Yihan said softly, grasped by the empty hand, opened his eyes with Yezimo, and looked at Xia Yihan weakly and firmly.

"Zimo". Xia Yihan sobbed and fell on the leaf ink. He could not restrain his sobbing. The leaf ink helplessly patted Xia Yihan's back and whispered, "How can it still be like a child?"

Ye Nianmo closed the...