An Xiang's past made An Zimo feel closer to her, and the sympathy for her made An Zimo, who had the same experience, feel the pain An Xiang had suffered.

Whenever I close my eyes, those photos will appear in my dreams.

When An Zimo wakes up, he will be in a trance for a long time. The past memories and reality emerge interactively. In the end, there is only one thought left in his heart -

His mother is not as smart as him and not as strong as him, so he has to stand up and protect her like a man.

This belief gradually made him forget the cruel memories of the past and became his new goal to live for in this life.

Later, An Zimo asked Pei Yizhou to carefully search for the whereabouts of An Xiang's original body, and the result was still that he was cremated.

She was indeed dead, her body burned to ashes.

The father and son no longer have hope, and they focus on being by An Xiang's side every day.

An wanted to start treatment according to the new plan soon. She had a good attitude and was willing to cooperate, and the results were remarkable. January passed in a blink of an eye, and the kindergarten entered the summer vacation. An Zimo did not go anywhere, and was not willing to participate in activities with Pei Nuo and the others. Except for being taken home by Pei Yizhou when he slept at night, he spent almost the entire day in the hospital.

After July, Jiangcheng entered a scorching summer. An Xiang had just finished chemotherapy and was still very weak. He was lying on the bed doing nothing and looking at the beautiful sun outside the window.

She closed her eyes and turned to look at her son.

The son held the tablet in his hand, aware of his sight, and proudly showed off to An Xiang, "I've made another three million for you, do you think I'm great?"

If he had a tail, it would be raised to the sky now.

An Xiang couldn't help laughing and said, "Yeah, awesome."

"I have taken a fancy to a project that develops new energy. I am going to invest a fortune to try it out. If we make money, we can also participate in the investment and let you open a company and be the boss. Then what will happen to him, Pei Yizhou."

When he mentioned Pei Yizhou, An Zimo gritted his teeth again.

"Come here, Mo Mo." An wanted to wave to him.

An Zimo put down his tablet and obediently walked over and climbed onto the bed, rubbing himself into An Xiang's arms.

She had been in the hospital for several months, her body smelled of disinfectant and medicine, she was much thinner, and her arms were not as warm and soft as before.

An thought for a moment and stroked her son's soft hair, then tightened her arms to hold him firmly.

If he was still as hard-hearted as before, she wouldn't miss him too much; but the more sensible and docile he appeared, the more uneasy An Xiang felt inside.

An wanted to look at the smooth and clean glass behind her son, where her face was clearly reflected.

Her face was dry and yellow, her lips had lost color, and her eyes were dull. The worst part was that her hair had lost its original black luster. The long-term chemotherapy had caused the hair to fall out quickly, and every time she combed it, she lost a lot of it.

An Xiang's eyes were filled with tears. She didn't know how long she could hold on, but at the end of her life, she must not leave her son with the ugliest appearance.

She wants her children to remember the most beautiful side of their mother.

An Zimo heard all the voices in his heart and remained silent without speaking.

"Momo, ask your assistant uncle to take you back to rest. Mom wants to take a nap."

An Zimo nodded and slowly left the ward.

Not long after his son left, Pei Yizhou pushed the door open and entered.

"You sent him away?"

An Xiang nodded.

Pei Yizhou sat by the bed and asked, "Are you in a bad mood?" He was very sensitive and could sense An Xiang's mood at a glance.

She frowned and pursed her lips, fighting mentally for a long time before she mustered up the courage: "Pei Yizhou, can you help me shave my hair?"

The man's spine stiffened slightly.

An wanted to grab the ends of her hair and pull gently, and a few strands of black hair fell into her hands: "If it falls any more, it will become more and more ugly. Why don't I just shave it all off and wear a few wigs instead." She said in a relaxed tone, her eyelids drooping.

Suppress the loneliness in your eyes.

"By the way, ask the assistant to bring my cosmetics too."

Even if you are sick, don't forget about life.

An thought about it, if she couldn't know the day of death, she would prepare every day as a day of death, so that when that day came, she could die beautifully.

Pei Yizhou stared at her for a long time, his eyes so deep and deep that it was difficult to read his emotions.

After a few seconds, he nodded: "Okay."

An Xiang bent his eyes and smiled brightly, instantly bringing life to his sick face.

Pei Yizhou quickly borrowed a clipper from the nurse's station.

She was sitting on a chair, with her legs together and her hands flat in front of her knees. Her sitting posture was obedient and cute, like a primary school student.

"Then I shave it?" Pei Yizhou asked again uncertainly.

An Xiang nodded heavily; "Shave it."

Shaving one's head requires no skills. An Xiang listened to the sound coming from the top of his head and couldn't help looking down at the hair falling to the ground.

An Xiang doesn't like dyeing her hair very much, and rarely cuts it. With careful care, her hair becomes glossier day by day.

She pursed her lips sadly, but couldn't help but shed tears from her eyes.

An Xiang was afraid of being seen, so she quickly wiped away her tears with her sleeves before they could fall down. However, the sound of choking could not escape Pei Yizhou's ears.

Pei Yizhou stopped at his fingertips and suddenly raised his hand to shave his head, without any hesitation.

An thought it was strange that it didn't continue, and when she looked up, she was almost stunned.

Pei Yizhou shaved off his hair three times, and the beauty peaks were more obvious without the hair.

An Xiang opened his mouth slightly: "You..."

"You shave for me first, I can't reach the back." He threw the clipper into her hand and squatted down in front of An Xiang.

"You... how can you go to work without hair." Her voice was still crying, her eyes were as red as a bunny, and the hand holding something did not move.

The man's tone was nonchalant: "Being the chairman doesn't depend on your hair."

An wanted to laugh out loud and help him shave his back cleanly.

Pei Yizhou casually wiped off the broken hair on his head, picked up the small mirror and looked back and forth, and nodded with satisfaction: "Not bad."

It's not bad.

He has good bones and is still handsome even without hair. He is even more imposing and so fierce that people dare not look directly at him.

An Xiangding stared at the man's deep brows, her heart beating like thunder.

"If you look at me like that again, I won't be able to help but kiss you."

An Xiang lowered his head in fear, but couldn't help but raised his head and continued to stare.

A smile flashed across the man's eyes. He grabbed An Xiang's chin with his big hands and leaned forward to kiss her.

Different from the superficial kisses in the past, this kiss was suppressed and affectionate, as if he wanted to love her but was afraid of hurting her.

An Xiang's eyelashes suddenly fluttered, and the tingling sensation on her lips made her lose all strength. She carefully placed her hands on the man's shoulders, stuck out the tip of her tongue, and licked the man's lips shyly and boldly.

His shoulders trembled slightly, he opened his eyes and slowly let go of her.

Pei Yizhou gasped slightly, and the corners of his eyes were dizzy with water ripples.

An Xiang's reaction was bigger than his, her eyes were red, her lips were red too, and she was as pretty as a blooming flower.

Pei Yizhou wiped the water stains from the corners of the girl's mouth with his fingertips, took the clipper and continued shaving.

The scene just now made her accept the departure of her hair calmly. Soon, two braised eggs, one large and one small, appeared in the mirror, looking very happy.

An wanted to be silly and happy with the two newly minted bald heads for a long time. Just as he was about to speak, the door opened from the outside and the child who walked in had an expressionless face and was so cool. The little bald head was so bright that it reflected light.

The three of them looked at each other in silence, embarrassment and questions passed silently in the air.

The assistant who followed looked at the family of three with complicated eyes.

He didn't dare to say, he didn't dare to ask, so he left the ward as if running away, leaving space for the three of them.

"Momo, you..." Where is your hair?

An wanted to ask but couldn't.

She didn't believe that her son would shave his hair on a whim, and after thinking about it, it was probably to comfort her.

An Zimo rubbed his smooth little head with an awkward expression: "There is an event going on at the barber shop downstairs."

Even though An wanted to guess the reason, he still asked with red eyes: "What activity?"

"Children have their hair shaved for free."

It was a very lame lie, but he told it like it was true.

An wanted to grab it by the corner of his clothes and said, "What a coincidence, my barber doesn't ask me for money either."

Pei Yizhou raised his eyebrows, leaned forward and approached, speaking in a slow and ambiguous tone: "Nonsense, I obviously received a very high reward."

An Xiang instantly understood the meaning, and her ears turned red to the point of bleeding.

**

Anxiang put on makeup every day, exercised all the time, and actively received treatment, and her condition gradually improved.

In the blink of an eye, Jiangcheng has entered deep winter and is about to usher in the annual Christmas.

The hospital pays great attention to the festive atmosphere. It cut down a tree early and decorated it in the rest area. The Christmas tree was hung with random things, including encouraging notes and photos with the doctors. There was a little warmth everywhere.

Considering that December 24 was An Zimo's birthday, An wanted to leave the hospital for two days to celebrate her son.

It snowed heavily at night. An Xiang wore a white turtleneck sweater, a red cotton jacket, a scarf and a hat, and followed Pei Yizhou out of the hospital.

She had stayed in the hospital for too long, and for a while she felt novel and unfamiliar with the outside environment.

The man standing next to her is slender and straight, and his beige coat makes him even more noble.

His hair has not grown back since he was shaved off that day. With his bald head and cold face, he looks very fierce. No matter how pretty his face is, the little girls dare not approach him.

Only An Xiang held his arm and kissed him affectionately.

An Xiang hadn't come out for a long time and didn't really want to get in the car. Pei Yizhou let her go and stayed by her side quietly.

"Pei Yizhou, is your head freezing?"

His head was covered with snowflakes. An wished he could have a wig, but now he was more worried that the stewed eggs would be frozen in the ice and snow.

Pei Yizhou pondered for a moment: "A little bit."

An Xiang blinked, stood on tiptoes and put her hat on his head.

Her hat is off-white and she wears two small braids.

The man has a plain face, but this cute hat immediately adds a bit of joy to him.

An Xiang burst into laughter, took out her cell phone from her arms, adjusted the camera to take a selfie of the two people's faces, and finally set it as the screen saver happily.

"Pei Yizhou, do you want to set one too?"

"Um?"

"You look so cute now, perfect for being a screensaver."

Pei Yizhou's eyes flashed, "Okay." After he finished speaking, he put his arms around An Xiang's waist and kissed her.

Click.

The picture freezes.

He let go of the sluggish girl, took her phone and looked at it carefully for a few seconds. He was extremely satisfied, "Not bad, it really suits..." He said and uploaded the photo to his WeChat, replacing the picture with the system default that would not change for a hundred years.

Screen.

An Xiang blushed and glanced over, using this one secretly.

The two people on the main screen were kissing under the snowy night, it was like a dream, ambiguous and beautiful.

She pursed her lips and smiled, feeling inexplicably sweet in her heart.

at this time.

An Zimo, who had been waiting for his mother to come back, couldn't wait for anyone, so he simply moved a stool and sat in front of the door, holding his chin in his hands and facing the empty door, doubting life.

Where did Pei Yizhou pick him up?

Why haven't you come back??
Chapter completed!