Critically Ill Kiss

The divorce agreement she signed five years ago disappeared without a trace, like evaporating tears. Five years later, we met again in the emergency room. She was unconscious in a pool of blood and still clutching a yellowed photo. Jiang Lin trembled and pulled out the photo - it was a picture of a sleeping baby's face. Turning to the back of the photo: "I'm sorry, Dad, my illness will never heal." When the operating light came on, he discovered a bigger secret: The paternity test showed that the child in front of the hospital bed was his own flesh and blood. When she finally woke up, He was unbuttoning the third button of his white coat when the child rushed to call his mother: "Su Wan, who allowed you to get sick on your own back then?" She looked at the red eyes of the man and the old bite marks on the side of his neck. Suddenly I remembered that rainy night when we broke up: He held her face with his blood-stained hands and said—— "I will always hate you for leaving without permission," The kiss was more sincere than the prayer, "But I hate myself even more for not being able to die with you."