664: Chapter 664: Death is Not Regrettable 7 664: Chapter 664: Death is Not Regrettable 7 “Damn woman, what exactly do you want to do?
Huh?
Tell , what should I do?” He hugged her tightly, completely disregarding her intense struggle from fright, as if he wished to embed her into his very bones forever.
People are so greedy.
When she lay in bed all day, he told himself that it would be fine as long as she ca back to life.
But now that she really had awakened and this situation had arisen, he found himself in such pain, so unable to accept it.
Why was that?
He held onto her tightly, even as she kept crying out in pain, crying so much that she started sobbing, but he didn’t want to let go at all, not in the slightest.
“Daddy, what are you doing?
You’ve made Mommy cry?” At the crucial mont, from the adjacent bed where La Chenxi had fainted, Xiaobao woke up.
Upon waking, he saw his dad holding his mom, who was crying out in pain and sobbing, and imdiately, he climbed down from the bed.
Ou Mucen, hearing this, finally ca to his senses, and then, he finally let go of the woman.
“Stay away…
you monster…” As soon as he let go, the woman, who recognized no one and nothing in this world, imdiately reacted violently by pushing the man in front of her away, showing a face filled with terror and resistance that was truly heartbreaking to see.
Ou Mucen, realizing the harm he had just caused her, felt a surge of regret and wanted to soothe her.
But at that mont, the woman suddenly flung off her covers and got out of bed.
Bang—
“Mommy—”
“Ningning!!!”
Two cries of alarm sounded almost simultaneously, and Ou Mucen imdiately stood up and rushed towards the woman who had rolled off the bed.
What happened?
How could she fall to the floor just by getting out of bed?
He hurried over, crouched before her, and tried to pick her up from the ground, “Are you alright?
Did you hurt yourself anywhere?”
But at this ti, the woman, instead of crying, furrowed her brows in confusion and looked at her own legs.
That expression was very similar to the original her.
The original her was not a person who cried easily either — strong, enduring, even when faced with imnse grievances, she wouldn’t cry easily.
Ou Mucen felt an inexplicable relief in his heart.
However, just as he was about to pick her up, he found that she suddenly pointed her finger at her legs, poked them a few tis, then looked at his legs before lying there motionless, tilting her head to the side.
What was she doing?
Ou Mucen’s mind was a bit chaotic, and he couldn’t figure it out for a while.
However, Xiaobao, who ca over later, understanding his mother’s actions and expression with a child’s heart, understood, “Is Mommy feeling that her legs are different from ours?”
“What?”
“Look, she poked her own leg, then she stared at yours, and mine too.
There’s consideration in her eyes; she’s thinking about this matter.” Ou Xiaobao, wanting his dad to believe what he was saying, deliberately imitated his mom’s actions, poking his own leg and then his mother’s.
Then, he looked at his mom, “Mommy, do you feel that we’re different?”
The woman lying on the ground saw this and indeed, she imdiately nodded, looking at him, “Different?”
Ou Mucen: “…”
Ou Xiaobao: “…”
This was a disaster!
The father and son shared a feeling of heaviness they had never felt before…
PS: The price of picking the fruit before it’s fully ripe, woe…
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