After Christmas, An Xiang's condition worsened, which was something no one expected.

Her body was numb from pain, and she quickly withered like a flower lacking water. An Xiang slept most of the time, and when she was awake, she would see the sky covered by dark clouds and the vast white snow through the window.

Compared to the cold winter days, An Xiang prefers the spring when the grass grows and the orioles fly.

An wanted to close her eyes and cough up a few streaks of blood. Although she deliberately suppressed it, she still attracted the attention of the man next to her.

"Think about it, are you feeling uncomfortable?" He hadn't slept for a long time. There were thick bruises under his eyelids, his eyes were bloodshot, and he didn't even have time to clean up the stubble under his lips.

An Xiang smiled at him and slowly supported his body to sit up.

She had been lying in bed for a month without moving, and due to the ravages of the illness, her limbs had little strength. But for some reason, An Xiang felt a steady stream of strength pouring into her chest, all over her body.

Pei Yizhou hurriedly held her hand.

When I saw her hand, I couldn't help but feel sour in my heart.

An Xiang was so thin that he lost his human shape, his wrists were so slender that they looked like they could break if pinched, his fingertips were cold, and the back of his hands was full of pinholes.

"I want to go out for a walk."

Pei Yizhou glanced at the white snow outside the window, suddenly realized something, his eyes darkened, and he did not refuse: "Okay."

He pushed the wheelchair, wrapped An Xiang tightly inside and out, and took her downstairs. He also used his mobile phone to contact his assistant and asked them to bring the children.

It is already early in the morning, it is snowing heavily, and there is no one at the bottom of the building.

The branches are covered with white snow, and the branches are overwhelmed with snow falling down.

The wheelchair rolled in the snow, neither of them spoke, and there was no other sound except the creaking sound of walking.

Snowflakes were falling on her shoulders, and six-pointed snow petals were dotted in her hair, scarf, and curled eyelashes.

There were shadows on the ground, only the shadows of the two of them.

"Just here." An Xiang's voice was soft and weak.

The wheelchair stopped in front of the artificial lake.

An Xiang looked at the ice, slowly raised her hand and grabbed Pei Yizhou's cold fingers on his shoulders, "Pei Yizhou."

\"Um."

"Pei Yizhou."

"Um."

She called again and again, and he answered again and again.

"I might be dying." Facing the impending death, An Xiang is more peaceful than anyone else.

Pei Yizhou's throat was blocked, his Adam's apple rolled, and he muttered, "Yeah."

"...Can you help me take good care of Mo Mo?"

"good."

"After I die, I don't need to tell the outside world." An wanted to rub away the water droplets condensed on her eyelashes, and said in a slow tone, "The urn needs crystal." She couldn't sleep in a crystal coffin while alive, so she had to live in luxury after death.

, after all, the days of death are long.

"By the way, I have to use my own money." An Xiang was very insistent on this matter, "Leave part of the rest to Mo Mo, and then donate part of it."

Money is something you don't bring when you are alive, and you don't take it with you when you die. Pei Yizhou will definitely not treat his son badly. With his IQ, his son will definitely make great achievements, and he doesn't need too much money. Rather than keeping it, it is better to donate it to those in need.

"Pei Yizhou, squat down."

Pei Yizhou walked up to her and half-crouched.

The man's eyebrows are outstanding and his color is as beautiful as snow.

An Xiang felt bitter in her heart. The transaction with the system had changed her fate, and it had also changed the fate of this man.

He could have... met someone better.

An wanted to reach out and touch the cheek that was close at hand, delicately caressing his eyebrows, his eyes, and his nose with her fingers, wanting to carve deeply into his soul.

"Pei Yizhou, after I die, please erase your memories about me."

Vampires have a long time, and even vampires can hardly resist the death of relatives and friends to avoid their own worries. Vampires can choose to erase their own memories once every hundred years. An wanted to know that Pei Yizhou might not do it, but couldn't help but say it.

Pei Yizhou grabbed her fingers, kissed her lips.

He said--

"As long as I remember, you will live." His eyes were full of obsession.

An was stunned for a moment and couldn't help but smile.

The smile made that pale cheek come alive.

An Xiang closed his eyes, gradually feeling exhausted.

"Dong Pei, the young master and the others are here."

Pei Yizhou pressed the phone for the time being, "Let's go back."

An Xiang shook his head: "Let them come here."

Pei Yizhou didn't force it; "Okay." He turned to the assistant on the phone and said, "Bring them to Houhu."

Not long after the call was hung up, the assistant came over with several children.

They had just been woken up and seemed to be still sleepy. Only An Zimo had extremely clear eyes.

An Xiang talked to the three brothers of the Pei family first. In the past, he was exhausted after talking to people for a few words, but today he was particularly energetic. Pei Chen was the oldest of the children. He was vaguely aware of something, and his eyes were red to prevent tears.

drop down.

After saying that, An wanted to focus on An Zimo, "Mo Mo."

An Zimo pursed his lips and walked over step by step.

Pei Yizhou looked at the mother and son. The girl's green soul light flickered on and off, almost dimming. His eyes were deep, and he held Pei Chen's neck, pulling Pei Nuo and Pei Yan away, leaving the mother and son alone time.

.

He found that he could no longer hear An Xiang's inner thoughts. Even if the volume was turned to the maximum, it was difficult to hear clearly. This feeling made him extremely unhappy, and his face was as tight as ice.

"Mo Mo..." An Xiang couldn't hold it anymore, her eyelids drooped and opened again, her lips were blue and blue from the cold.

"You're not feeling well, let's go back to the ward."

An Zimo wanted to push her back, but An Xiang stopped her.

"Momo, I don't want to go back. That ward is so small and I don't like it."

It's too small, so small that I can't breathe.

An Zimo originally wanted to say, "I'll help you change it to a bigger one," but when faced with An Xiang's eyes that gradually widened, he couldn't say anything.

"You...are going to die?" An Zimo suddenly found that he could not accept death. Just saying those words took all his strength. If he shook again, even his blood would be cold.

An Xiang was unable to respond. All the pain was instantly withdrawn, and all emotions returned to calm. Her originally dark eyes gradually lit up. An Xiang had many things to say to her son. For example, she told him to eat well and stay healthy;

He is happy every day, tries to get in touch with people, and there are many, many, many, many...

But.

She couldn't tell.

"I heard it." An Zimo stared at her and slowly grasped her skinny fingertips, "I heard it..."

He heard it all, she could hear it all the time.

An Xiang pursed her lips, and she used her last strength to rub the top of his head, "Mo Mo, don't be sad."

An Zimo's lips trembled.

Her voice was dry and her eyes drifted towards the night sky.

"When people leave, it's just like the stars falling away in the night." Her eyelids were heavy and she could no longer open them——

"Mo Mo, stay alive."

An Xiang felt that she could not die in embarrassment, at least she wanted her son to look happy when he thought of her, so she raised her head, curved her lips, and finally smiled at him.

That smile was brighter than fireworks, and time was frozen in an instant.

An Zimo couldn't hear anything anymore.

The heartbeat and heartbeats all disappeared.

She loved spring, but died in the extremely cold winter.

An Zimo couldn't bear it and took two steps back, watching blankly as the hand that held him tightly fell to the ground.

The world suddenly changed, and he suddenly forgot time and everything, leaving only the bone-eroding pain spreading throughout his internal organs.

Pei Chen choked behind him, and the twins seemed to realize something and started crying too.

He was very quiet, his eyes fixed on An Xiang in the wheelchair.

Pei Yizhou took off his coat and put it on An Xiang. The girl's silent face softened his heart and made his soul peel away.

After this winter, he will never welcome spring or summer again.

People from the hospital came over quickly. An Zimo watched blankly as they took her away. Seeing several figures walking away, An Zimo suddenly grabbed Pei Yizhou.

He raised his head and said, "I feel very uncomfortable here. Am I going to die too?"

When he said this, An Zimo's eyes actually looked a bit expectant.

Pei Yizhou lowered his eyes and saw him clutching the collar on his chest tightly.

An Zimo was in pain, but he shouldn't be in pain.

He felt no pain, and it didn't matter even if someone stabbed him with a knife. However, it hurt. His heart felt like it was being pulled left and right by iron hands. It was swollen, painful, and difficult to breathe.

His breathing was rapid and messy, and he curled up, clutching his chest and fell into the snow.

"Zimo..." Pei Yizhou hurriedly held him in his arms.

"I am also suffering from a terminal illness." An Zimo's eyes were empty, "Pei Yizhou, I am also suffering from a terminal illness."

Because he won't feel pain.

Such symptoms are not normal, very abnormal. He will die, just like his mother.

Pei Yizhou hugged his thin body tightly and struggled to spit out a few words from his throat: "Mo Mo, cry out."

He didn't cry, he was heartbroken to death, even breathing was painful.

An Zimo pulled at his clothes several times and fell into a coma.

——Is he going to die too?

--Mother.

An Zimo was in a coma for seven or eight days. While he was asleep, An Xiang was buried. Pei Yizhou customized a crystal urn for her according to her request and buried it in the family cemetery in the back hill of Pei's family.

Only a few acquaintances were invited to her funeral, and no publicity was made to the outside world. The Pei family simply kept a low profile, and An Xiang never appeared in public. Even if she died, it was not widely reported.

All An Xiang's belongings were brought back to the main house of the Pei family, and were carefully sealed by Pei Yizhou in the study room in the basement. Naturally, An Zimo was also brought back to the main house for training.

When he woke up, he saw no one, didn't talk, and didn't go crazy. He just stayed quiet and sat there all day long.

The curtains in the bedroom were tightly drawn, and An Zimo huddled under the quilt, playing with An Xiang's cell phone.

[An Zimo: Mom.]

[An thought: Damn it!]

He played that voice over and over again, numbly, listening to her calling his name like a child.

There were a lot of things stored in her phone, and An Zimo spent one night watching all the videos. She celebrated him entering elementary school, celebrating him entering junior high school, entering high school, and entering college. She also celebrated him finding a girlfriend, and smiled and told him to treat her well.

The other half is better.

An Xiang is very carefree, her clothes, makeup, and hair are different in each video. The only thing that remains unchanged is her smile, which is as silly as a little white rabbit and like sunshine.

An Zimo curled up in the soft quilt with a pale face. His heart began to hurt again, and he had to open his mouth wide to breathe.

There is only one video left——

An Xiang in the camera actually wore special-effect elderly makeup, which made him look stylish. He couldn't help but laugh.

"Momo, you should be a famous person now. Mom is old and can no longer accompany you on your journey. You have to take care of yourself and your family, and you can't bully dad anymore, because mom really likes him."

He smiled, and his heart was touched again.

An Zimo bit the tip of his tongue until it bled.

"Mo Mo, although you will definitely say that I am disgusting, but..." she said with a smile, "Mom loves you."

An Zimo gently rubbed the cold lens, opened his mouth, and made a weak voice: "Me too."

But what to do.

When he first learned to love, he lost the person he loved most.

An Zimo put the phone on his heart and closed his eyes. His body shrouded in darkness was lonely and thin.

***

An Zimo's next situation was even worse.

He couldn't eat, couldn't concentrate, and the whole world shrank into that mobile phone. Pei Yizhou invited the psychiatrist again. He accepted the examination obediently, but because he was too cooperative, it was difficult for the psychiatrist to start.

Pei Yizhou wanted to take An Zimo to the cemetery to see it, but he didn't want to go and just wanted to stay in his room.

"Zimo, cry out."

An Zimo did not cry, but held his small mobile phone with a serious expression.

The phone used An Xiang's photo, and he suddenly remembered that Christmas Eve, when he refused to take a photo with his mother.

He suddenly remembered...he had never taken a photo with his mother.

An Zimo's empty eyes became brighter, he pulled out the small box and rummaged around frantically, finally finding a photo album underneath.

"Zimo..."

An Zimo ignored Pei Yizhou and used scissors to cut off his own and An Xiang's, and forced permanent glue to stick them together.

In the photo, An Xiang's smile is as bright as the sun, which is completely different from his fierce appearance.

An Zimo blinked and held the photo to his chest like a treasure.

The dull pain in his heart eased instantly, and he climbed into bed and fell asleep peacefully.

Looking at his son's pale face, Pei Yizhou sighed and left the room. He decided to go to his friend again and ask for help.

An Zimo began to have nightmares again. There were past lives and present lives in the dreams, and the distinction between reality and reality was unreal.

Finally he saw An Xiang.

His mother cowered in the corner, and several men surrounding her kicked and beat her. She was unable to resist and passively endured the incest.

An Zimo woke up instantly, his back and forehead were covered with sweat.

He suddenly realized that his mother needed protection.

Need protection...

She needs him.

It is cold and cold underground, and she is too stupid to know anything. She will definitely be bullied, or she will hide and cry alone.

She is good for nothing except making milk tea and drawing little people, and she can't live without his care.

An Zimo got out of bed and stumbled out of the drawer to find a sharpened pencil. Holding the pencil tightly, he went to the bathroom, stepped on the stool and looked at himself in the mirror.
Chapter completed!