Both Mr. and Mrs. Kang were shocked.

They thought their daughter was crazy.

Who would have thought there would be something crazier.

Before Kang Ying was transferred to the ward, she asked about Song Yiyi's condition.

When they learned that her condition was very serious, several doctors took turns to treat her, and all the departments worked together.

Kang Ying laughed out loud.

After hearing this, Cen Yue fainted from anger.

Kang Ying almost sat up and applauded.

retribution!

This is retribution!

She felt very happy.

For the sake of one girl, Song Yiyi and Cen Yue both died. It was worth it!

Cai Mengjun gasped, "I couldn't bear to see her laugh, so I rushed over and slapped her twice."

Song Yiyi's eyes widened in surprise, "Oh my God."

Song Minghui slowly raised his hand.

Song Yiyi thought he was going to preach again, but he gave Cai Mengjun a thumbs up.

“…”

The world is really upside down.

Song Yiyi and Cen Yue were both fine.

Before it got dark, after dinner, she asked Cai Mengjun and Song Minghui to go home.

There's nowhere to live here anyway.

They can take care of each other.

Even in the hospital, Cen Yue told Song Yiyi a bedtime story as usual.

There are no books today.

He wrote it himself.

It sounds good and will definitely help my baby sleep in the future.

Cen Yue has a deep and magnetic voice.

Often, while talking, Song Yiyi fell asleep.

But she was particularly energetic today, keeping her big, clear eyes open and her gaze fixed on Cen Yue.

Cen Yue bent down and said, "Wife, aren't you sleepy? Or are you just used to your bed?"

Hospital beds are indeed uncomfortable.

Cen Yue knew that Song Yiyi was used to the pillow at home, so he asked Gu Chengze to run back to get it.

The bed sheets and pillowcases were also changed.

But it's still too narrow and too hard.

Cen Yue thought about it and decided to find someone to replace him tomorrow.

Song Yiyi stared straight at Cen Yue, hooked her slender arms around his neck, quickly stood up, and kissed him on the lips.

Cen Yue's eyes and brows shone with a gentle moonlight, filled with tenderness and affection. "What's wrong?"

Song Yiyi's eyes flickered with emotion, and she whispered, "I'll marry you in my next life."

Why did Cen Yue travel thousands of miles to bring back a basket of oranges?

Just because she casually said to Liu Yao: "I really want to marry you."

Cen Yue said nothing at that time.

But I kept it in mind.

So, he wanted her to marry him.

He took every word she said to heart.

Song Yiyi wanted to cry again, and pursed her lips, "Did you hear me? I will marry you in this life, and I will marry you in the next life. It will always be you."

"Cen Yue, I love you."

A tear rolled down her cheek.

There was a frivolous glint in Song Yiyi's eyes. Her eyes were crying, but her heart was smiling.

Time seemed to be stretched infinitely.

Cen Yue's ears were buzzing, and everyone around him kept their distance from him.

There was only Song Yiyi left in his eyes.

My heartbeat started to quicken, faster and faster.

My chest feels stuffy.

Something is expanding.

The throat feels dry and breathing becomes heavier.

Seeing that he didn't speak for a long time, Song Yiyi quickly got up, broke free from Cen Yue's hand, picked up the envelope and put it into his mouth.

She moved very quickly.

Cen Yue stared blankly.

Song Yiyi was a little anxious and shouted: "Breathe in for three seconds, hold your breath for one second, and breathe out for four seconds."

Song Yiyi blamed herself badly.

She shouldn't have said all this to Cen Yue. She must be upset again!

Cen Yue's cold eyes turned hot, with soft waves floating in them, as if countless threads of love wrapped around Song Yiyi in his eyes.

He said to the envelope: "Song Yiyi, I love you too."