In a hurry, An Ci rushed in, grabbed the boy's hospital gown, and pulled it back hard.
The sudden sound startled Shen Mo, and before he could turn around, he was grabbed by a force. Due to inertia, he lost his balance and fell backwards.
"It crushed me to death."
A groan of pain came from under him. Shen Mo looked down at the child who had served as a human cushion for him, his expression slightly stunned.
Then he pushed himself up onto his hands and stood up, looking at her with a frown.
An Ci sat up, rubbed his sore shoulder, and raised his head, only then could he see the young boy's face clearly.
First impression: very beautiful and fairy-like.
But this beauty does not have the slightest femininity. His eyebrows are superior and deep, his nose is straight, and his lips are as light as water, which adds a sense of coldness and brokenness to him.
It is not difficult to imagine that when he grows up, he will be a man who brings disaster to everyone.
Judging from his appearance, he can't be more than ten years old.
She kept looking up, her neck feeling a little sore. "You are so beautiful, why are you so depressed?"
He can't get over it?
Shen Mo's dark eyeballs moved, and he looked at the small ball sitting on the ground, his brows furrowed even tighter.
"Do you think I'm going to jump off the building?" His voice was unusually hoarse, as if he hadn't spoken for a long time.
An Ci asked with a confused expression, "Isn't it?"
Shen Mo didn't answer. His eyes moved around her fair little face. He looked away and said, "Get up."
His voice was like ice chips, cold and distant.
An Ci didn't care. She stood up, patted her pants, and her eyes caught a glimpse of the urn placed on the cabinet beside her. Her eyes paused slightly.
This is……
"The door is there." The young man's voice was as cold as ever, and he ordered the guest to leave without any hesitation.
An Ci withdrew his gaze from the urn, raised his eyes to look at the young man in front of him, and said tactfully, "There are many beautiful things in life. As long as you are alive, there is hope..."
"I'm not desperate." Shen Mo interrupted her, lowered his head to meet her eyes, and said word by word, "I'm not going to jump off the building."
His life was bought by his parents, and he carries a deep blood feud. He cannot die, and he has no right to die.
For some reason, An Ci felt a strong sense of hostility and unspeakable sadness from him for a moment.
She looked him in the eye steadily, and curled her lips silently, "No matter what, staying alive is the most important thing."
This is her personal experience.
If you lose your life, everything is just empty talk.
"You said so, brother."
The little thing's eyes are very bright. When she smiles, it seems like there are stars twinkling in her eyes. The corners of her eyes are slightly curved, making her look very innocent. Her voice is soft and milky, making people even more reluctant to say harsh words to her.
Shen Mo didn't say anything and turned his face away from her.
"Oh no." An Ci suddenly remembered that Zuo Fei was about to come back, and said hurriedly, "I'm leaving first, goodbye." After that, she turned and left.
Hearing the footsteps fade away, Shen Mo turned his head to look at the door, but the little thing had disappeared.
Just a moment after An Ci left, a tall man walked into the ward.
Carrying a backpack in his hand, the man looked at Shen Mo and said gently, "Xiao Mo, the discharge procedures are completed. You change your clothes. We should leave."
Shen Mo nodded, opened the backpack the man brought, took out a set of clothes from it, and walked straight to the bathroom.
Watching the bathroom door close, the man walked to the cabinet, lowered his eyes, looked at the urn on the cabinet, and reached out to touch it.
After a moment, he whispered, "Brother, sister-in-law, don't worry, I will definitely take good care of Xiao Mo for you."
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