C1084
C1084
For twenty-eight years, she had failed to fulfill the responsibilities and obligations of a mother, and she felt guilty about them. Now that he was leaving, the guilt was even greater.
"Yes."
Lu Yiyao sat on the chair in front of the bed. His back was stretched out and his gaze was lowered as he replied in a low voice.
"Yiyao, thank you for coming to see me …"
Ye Qinghuan tried her best to smile at him. His eyes were yellow and filled with a loving glow.
"…"
Lu Yiyao looked at her and his heart raced. He had never imagined that her illness would be so serious in an instant. At this moment, it was a matter of life and death.
In the end, she was still his own mother. She was born in October, and she was someone who had risked her life to bring her into this world. Without her, he would not have come to this world.
Now, she had to leave, forever.
How could he not feel sad?
A hint of bitterness rolled out of Lu Yiyao's dark and narrow eyes. Then, a thin mist began to form in his eye sockets. He clenched his hands into fists and pressed them against his palms.
"Yiyao, Mom is leaving …"
"…"
Lu Yiyao's cold lips were still pursed, and a layer of sadness covered his face.
"Yiyao, before we leave, I have a few words to say to you …"
Ye Qinghuan was already on the verge of death. With every word she said, the veins on her forehead bulged. She tilted her head and looked at her son who she had been thinking about day and night.
Beads of sweat rolled down his forehead.
Lu Yiyao hesitated for a moment, then he took a tissue and gently wiped her body.
"Tell me …"
He pursed his lips. His voice was very low and slightly hoarse.
"Yiyao, in this life, I have no regrets. The only regret was that he couldn't watch as the baby was born in Ange's stomach … "Cough …"
After a few sentences, Ye Qinghuan started to cough.
He felt a sharp pain in his chest, making it hard for him to breathe. A wave of sweetness surged into his throat.
She quickly covered her mouth with her hands and desperately swallowed the gush of blood that had rushed up to her. However, no matter how hard she tried, traces of bright red still seeped out from between her fingers.
"Stop talking, drink some water …"
Lu Yiyao quickly stood up and poured her a cup of warm tea. He sat on the edge of the bed, took the spoon and fed it to her.
I owe you a debt of gratitude.
This was all he could do.
"Done …"
Ye Qinghuan drank two mouthfuls before she stopped drinking.
Lu Yiyao did not insist, but he did not put down the glass of water in his hand.
"Yiyao, you have to love An Ge and our child. From now on, no matter what happened, he could not abandon them. Remember, do not disappoint An Ge at any time. You must love her well. Later on, you can't hear anything, you can't … "Cough …"
This time, Ye Qinghuan coughed even more violently. On the surface of his sallow face, there were two strange blobs of crimson.
The corner of his mouth was bright red.
Two streams of murky tears slowly rolled down from the corners of his eyes.
The air in the room was filled with all kinds of smells. The aura of death grew thicker and thicker.
Lu Yiyao didn't understand why Ye Qinghuan would specially explain this to him in the last moments of her life.
"Don't worry."
His response was very short, but also very firm. Even if Ye Qinghuan hadn't told him, he wouldn't have had any ulterior motives towards Lin Ange. This life was hers, and the future was hers.
"Yiyao, An Ge is a good child, you must not … "Don't..."
Ye Qinghuan's cloudy gaze gradually dispersed. Her pale lips slowly pursed as her withered hand slowly drooped down.
The rest of the words were stuck in her throat forever.
She left.
To another world.
He had to leave Lu Yiyao forever.
"…"
The cup in Lu Yiyao's hand fell to the ground with a crisp sound, breaking into pieces.
Nan Huaijin and Gu Yunxiao, who had been standing outside the door, heard the commotion and quickly entered.
"Qing Huan …"
"Aunt …"
They were standing behind Lu Yiyao, and their faces were covered in grief.
Lu Yiyao's throat rolled, but he couldn't utter the words "mother".
He stared fixedly at Ye Qinghuan, not saying a word as tears welled up in the corners of his eyes.
Nan Huaijin stepped forward and put his palms on Ye Qinghuan's eyes, which were still open.
His palm was ice-cold.
There was a layer of sadness on Nan Huaijin's elegant face.
"Qing Huan, have a safe trip."
His mellow voice was filled with endless grief and regret.
In this life, he still didn't meet her.
The person he had loved for so many years had finally perished, completely breaking off all thoughts in his heart.
The heart was like a wheel that had been crushed. It could no longer be pieced together.
In this life, he would never love anyone again.
"Aunt …"
Gu Yunxiao kneeled on the bed and started crying.
After so many years, he and Ye Qinghuan were already like mother and son. Little by little, the memories of the past began to flood into his mind.
"Aunt …"
He cried, but no one answered.
Lu Yiyao turned around silently and walked out.
Nan Huaijin's personal doctor came over and confirmed again.
"My condolences, sir!"
"…"
Nan Huaijin took a wet tissue and wiped off the blood from the corner of Ye Qinghuan's mouth. Then, he instructed Gu Yunxiao.
"Yun Xiao, inform Nanny Lin to come over?"
"Alright …"
Gu Yunxiao, who was kneeling on the ground, answered in pain. He stood up and walked out.
"You too."
Nan Huaijin said to the doctor.
"Yes, sir."
Everyone left, leaving Nan Huaijin alone.
He looked at Ye Qinghuan, who had already left him. The mist in his eyes had condensed into a pearl and was slowly rolling down.
"Qing Huan, you must wait for me in the next life …"
He took her thin, cold hand.
Lowering his head, his shoulders trembled slightly.
A moment later.
Gu Yunxiao walked in with Nanny Lin.
"Madam …"
Nanny Lin never thought that the two of them had not been separated for long. Once again, they were separated by life and death.
"Madam, why are you walking so fast? "You told me last time that you were going to wait for Young Master Yunxiao to drink his wedding wine and help him take care of the children …"
All these years, Nanny Lin and Ye Qinghuan had lived together in the Redbud Garden villa. Although they were master and servant, they were like sisters.
Ye Qinghuan's sudden death was something she could not accept.
"Alright, Nanny Lin. Don't make Auntie sad... "It's time to change her clothes …"
Gu Yunxiao became more and more upset after hearing Nanny Lin's words. He held onto Nanny Lin as he lamented with a hoarse voice.
"Young Master Yunxiao …"
"Nanny Lin …"
Gu Yunxiao shook his head slightly at her.
Nanny Lin knew what he meant. If a person were to breathe for too long, their body would become stiff. It would be difficult for them to change their clothes.
Nan Huaijin asked the nurse who had been taking care of Ye Qinghuan to come in and help, and he and Gu Yunxiao left.
Nanny Lin endured her grief. Her hands trembled as she washed Ye Qinghuan with warm water. Then, she and the nurse put on her favorite purple silk cheongsam before her death.
The qipao worn on her body was somewhat empty. His abdomen, however, was somewhat protruding.