But not wanting Yu Qiuchi to be sad, he could only helplessly try to comfort him. For a moment, Mo Weiyun even had the thought that Mr. Yu shouldn't exist...
That night, Yu Qiuchi developed a lung infection and heart disease due to a high fever, and was admitted to the ICU.
Twelve-year-old Yu Qiuchi's family is broken, and seventeen-year-old Mo Weiyun is helpless.
Bang!
The glass in front of him slowly blurred. Yu Qiuchi, huddled in the passenger seat, felt endless fear. He heard a woman's scream and a dog's pitiful bark. He felt as if he had been swallowed by a pile of white cotton.
"I hate you!" Crimson blood replaced raindrops, covering the entire darkness; the woman's hatred shattered Yu Qiuchi's dream...
Yu Qiuchi woke up with a start. He sat up in bed, his mind still unsettled, his heart pounding violently for a long time.
Mo Weiyun came in carrying honey water and saw Yu Qiuchi with a blank look in her eyes.
"Brother, she hates me..."
Mo Weiyun's mind went blank for a moment, and the honey water slipped from her hand, making a loud noise on the ground.
Perhaps it was the sound of breaking glass that startled Yu Qiuchi. Her body trembled uncontrollably from the stress, and tears streamed down her pale cheeks unconsciously.
“It wasn’t her who saved me…it was Ah Mei…” Ah Mei is Yu Qiuchi’s Samoyed. There are two of them, Ah Cao and Ah Mei. When Yu Qiuchi was very young, he was clamoring for strawberries, and Miss Mo bought them to appease him.
The scene was too jarring. Mo Weiyun felt a sharp pain in his eardrums. He felt as if he were back at the hospital bedside, where the eighteen-year-old boy was crying and saying, "I don't have a mother anymore..."
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