They refer to Long Yanlie and their son Aze.

Fang Xueyan's hands holding chopsticks were stiff and her face became tense.

She just looked at Yang Yang in silence...

The two of them didn't know how long they had looked at each other before they slowly withdrew their gazes.

"Hurry up and have a meal." Fang Xueyan said softly as if nothing had happened.

It seemed that Yang Yang had never asked that question.

"Yeah." Yang Yang also ate silently.

Fang Xueyan couldn't taste any taste in this meal.

Until after dinner, she packed up her dishes and walked out of the bathroom, "Yang Yang..."

"You shouldn't think too much about it." Yang Yang looked up at her, with a faint smile on his lips, "We are family and always say that the state of pregnant women will have something to do with emotions, so don't worry too much about me. My ending is enough for me because you are with them; if you want them, then you can go back and have a look."

Fang Xueyan walked to him and got close to him, very close, very close... Then, slowly stretched out her hand and hugged him.

"Yang Yang..."

She has thousands of words, but she can't say it.

"Girl, you have done enough for me." Yang Yang slowly stretched out his hand and hugged her gently, "But I am selfish."

Even though he knew that this should not be done, he still accused her company in the last journey of his life.

It was his attitude that indulged her behavior of "abandoning her husband and son".

Therefore, over the past few days, he has lived in a hazy happiness, but he cannot hide the guilt in his heart.

It seems that it is difficult for him to distinguish who is the real "third party" again.

Although, during this period, there was no crossing any boundary between them except for the occasional hugs like family.

Actually, he understood...

The girl's heart has long been left to that man.

However, he selfishly used the guilt she felt for herself, which made her make an almost cruel choice for the father and son.

There is also a bed for her family to sleep in the ward, so Fang Xueyan spends the night in the hospital every night; because she dislikes the meals in the hospital, she cooks in person at least once a day.

Moreover, she wanted to cook for him with her own hands.

When he was young, he always cooked for her, but now she did it once for him. From the beginning of learning to gradually becoming proficient, recently, his cooking skills have become more sophisticated.

The pregnant woman was a little drowsy, but Fang Xueyan was worried. Although a nurse on night shift came to check the rounds regularly, she was still worried.

At midnight, she seemed to hear something. She quickly lifted the quilt and walked to the bed, and found Yang Yang breathing hard on the bed.

"Yang Yang, Yang Yang, what's wrong with you?" She shook his shoulder in a panic. Suddenly, the "beep" alarm sounded like a death bell. She glanced at the display on the instrument and found that his heartbeat was getting weaker and weaker.

She rushed to the side and kept pressing the call ring hard; because they were in the VIP ward, she was relatively thoughtful in service, and Yang Yang was considered a serious ill patient.

More than a minute passed, and the doctor and nurse rushed in.
Chapter completed!