C1695 There Was Nothing He Could Do(2)
C1695 There Was Nothing He Could Do(2)
When it touched his tender little hand, the big hand trembled slightly.
The little guy's heart also fiercely tightened.
Then, his little hand froze there and did not dare to move, afraid that he would startle the sleeping Damian.
After a long time, when Mianmian was sure that she did not wake her up, the little guy's little hand moved slightly. That movement was even more careful than before.
Lightly wrapping her little palm in her mommy's palm, she tried to pass her warmth and courage to her mother.
He wanted to tell her, even if she was sick...
He and his daddy would always be with her and never leave her...
The little guy put his head on the edge of the bed and quietly looked at Jiani, who was sleeping peacefully on the bed. Gradually, his large eyes were a little tired. Then, his eyelids started to fight. In the end, he just laid on the bed. He lightly fell asleep.
When Lan Chengyu pushed open the door and entered, he happened to see this touching scene.
The mother and son just fell asleep quietly.
This feeling... An indescribable satisfaction.
And, a faint happiness...
If it could continue to be so simple, how beautiful would it be...
Stepping lightly, he walked to the room and carefully hugged Mianmian by the bed. His movements were very light. He did not disturb the little ghost in his arms and also did not disturb Jiani who was on the bed.
The little fellow seemed to be really tired. Even though it slept like this, it slept very soundly.
A pair of pink lips pouted slightly and her slightly curled eyelashes covered her large watery eyes. On her porcelain white face, the tear stains were still clearly visible.
She carefully extended her hand and gently wiped away the tears on the little guy's face.
She tilted her head and took a deep look at Jiani who was on the bed. After that, she hugged the little fellow and turned around to leave the room.
After settling the little fellow down, Lan Chengyu once again entered the medical room.
She was still sleeping quietly. Her breathing finally calmed down. Just like his heart, it also became much smoother.
The big hand gently placed her small hand into his palm. Feeling her warmth, his heart seemed to be a little more at ease...
This kind of feeling, with her around, was really good!
His fingers gently slid across Jiani's palm. His movements were very light and it was dyed with dense tenderness, "Jiani..."
"No matter what, I have always been there!"
No matter how painful it was, he would always accompany her and hold on to her.
However, if it was possible, he would really rather let this pain be borne by him...
The night was even deeper...
Lan Chengyu laid on the edge of the bed and fell into a deep sleep.
After that day, Mianmian went to school as usual.
She was still happy and lively as if nothing had happened.
After that night, Jiani returned to normal.
However, her body became thinner and thinner. Sometimes, she felt short of breath and chest tightness.
That day, Jiani sat in front of the window in the bedroom and lazily basked in the winter sun.
Lan Chengyu pushed the door open and entered.
Ever since the sudden outbreak of the illness that day, Lan Chengyu rarely left her alone in the company. The office was just a network and a phone call, or if it was really not possible. Lindy would come to his home and send him some important documents.
Actually, Jiani had advised him before.
"I'm not as delicate as you think I am." Jiani pouted.
He did not say anything and only grabbed her small hand and gently caressed it. Every gaze he looked at her was gentle.
Hence, Jiani smiled in satisfaction and obediently hid in his embrace. Her small hand played with his palm, "Chengyu, do you know that I am already very satisfied and satisfied to be able to make you treat me like this..."
Her words made Lan Chengyu's heart tighten.
"Jiani, don't say such things!" It was as if she really wanted to leave him.
Her slender fingers gently passed through her long hair and deeply rubbed her head into his arms, leaning against his chest.
The hair passed through his fingers...
"Jiani..."
"Hmm?"
"Your hair has grown. I'll help you cut it a little, okay?"
"Okay..."
She didn't expect that she actually didn't refuse.
She said, "Chengyu, I think winter is coming. Spring is coming. It's too hot. Can you cut your hair to the shortest?"
He knew what she meant.
In other words...
She chose chemotherapy!
"Jiani..." He softly muttered her name. It was a murmur that came from his heart, "Jiani, Jiani..."
He could not bear to see her so terrified...
It was as if he was afraid that she would leave in the next second.
Jiani laughed softly, "I am here, Jiani is..."
"En, you have always been... will always be..."
These words were like self-consolation.
Her voice was low, pressing her head into her chest, very deep.
Lowering her eyes, her pitch-black eyes locked onto Jiani who was in her arms. Lowering her head, she kissed Jiani's lips.
It was only limited to a light touch.
His movements were very careful, as if she was a fragile doll in his arms. He did not dare to use too much strength...