Che Xiaofeng smiled at me and tried hard to appear strong.
"Sister, I didn't cry when they beat me. I didn't cry when they left me in the park. I knew you must be looking for me, so I kept waiting and waiting until you finally came."
I covered my mouth and tried hard to suppress my tears.
Che Xiaofeng actually trusted me so much. From the beginning to the end, he always believed that I would definitely save him.
It was this trust in me that allowed him to hold on until the moment Lu Zhiyuan found him.
I suppressed the bitterness in my heart, raised my hand to touch Che Xiaofeng's cheek, and praised him: "Our Xiaofeng is the best! He will definitely be able to persevere until the disease is cured this time, right?"
But Che Xiaofeng didn't answer me.
He seemed to know that his health was very poor, but when facing death, there was no fear in his eyes.
He asked me softly, "Sister, is my illness incurable? Am I going to die soon?"
His words made me pause. I forced a smile and comforted him, "Don't talk nonsense. Our Xiaofeng will live a long life."
"Sister, please don't lie to me. I'm not a child anymore. I know my illness is very serious, and I also know that I may not be able to make it."
Che Xiaofeng's breathing became labored, and he asked me with difficulty: "Sister, if I die, will I be able to see my father?"
My throat seemed to be blocked by something and I couldn't utter a word.
He has been half asleep and half awake in the ICU these days. Naturally, he has no idea what is happening on the Internet, let alone his own life experience.
To him, Che Chi is his father, his only father.
Seeing that I didn't answer, Che Xiaofeng already had the answer in his mind.
He reached out and hooked my finger, apologizing to me: "Sister, I shouldn't have run out without saying hello to you. But I really want to see my mother."
"Sister knows, sister doesn't blame you." I comforted Che Xiaofeng softly. If you want to blame someone, blame Lin Fengxia for being heartless and deceiving Che Xiaofeng for money!
But Che Xiaofeng's eyes were filled with loneliness, and he said with some disappointment: "But I still couldn't see my mother. Does she really not want me anymore?"
Che Xiaofeng chased me: "Does my mother know that I'm sick? Why doesn't she want to come to the hospital to see me? Does she hate me?"
Listening to Che Xiaofeng's questioning, I felt heartbroken, but I didn't know how to answer him.
Should I tell him that Lin Fengxia is not his biological mother at all?
Tell him that the person who raised him since he was a child has no blood relationship with him at all?
Tell him that he has been a tool in Yan Meng's hands since he was born?
In the end, I hid all these truths.
I raised my hand and touched his head. "Don't let your imagination run wild. You're in the ICU now, and I begged the doctor for a long time before he let me in to visit you. As long as you cooperate with the treatment, when you recover, I'll be there for you no matter who you want to see or where you want to go."
My comfort made Che Xiaofeng smile. He nodded at me with some difficulty, looking very tired.
Patients in the ICU are often in and out of coma, and Che Xiaofeng doesn't have the physical strength to talk to me too much.
I watched him fall asleep before I walked out of the ICU.
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