Chapter 482: Chapter 482: Take to the hospital, I don’t want to die Chapter 482: Chapter 482: Take to the hospital, I don’t want to die The girl’s cries were piercing, her voice cutting into Cui Xiaoman’s heart like a knife.
“Let Ranran in.” They had their daughter late in life, and she was Cui Xiaoman’s only child.
The dutiful husband, worried, said, “I’m afraid she doesn’t understand how to be careful, and if she touches…”
“Let her in!”
“Alright, alright, lie down and don’t get upset; your body needs to rest in peace,” Dong ng dared not say more.
The lock was opened, and a girl no older than five or six years old burst in.
Her face streaked with tears.
“Mom, what’s wrong with you, why aren’t you going to the hospital? My teacher says you have to go to the hospital when you’re sick.”
Cui Xiaoman used all her strength to finally lift her hand with difficulty.
Gently touching her daughter’s cheek.
Her fingertips were burning, covered in crisscrossing wounds.
“Ranran, Mommy… Mommy is going to die.”
The girl wiped away her tears, not fully understanding the aning of death.
But seeing Cui Xiaoman’s frail figure, she couldn’t help but burst into heart-wrenching sobs.
“Are you going to leave ? Mommy, where are you going?”
Dong ng said angrily, “Keep your voice down, don’t disturb your mom.”
Cui Xiaoman was so weak that even slight noises made her tremble involuntarily.
This was also the reason he didn’t want his daughter to co in.
Now, looking at Dong ng again, he truly loved his wife to the core of his bones.
“You go out; I have sothing to tell Ranran.”
Dong ng wanted to say sothing further, but in the face of his wife’s icy gaze, he could only step back.
“Fine, as long as you’re happy I can do anything; you rest well,” he said, not forgetting to remind his daughter, “Ranran, speak softly when you talk to Mommy.”
The door closed gently, and the little girl cried until her nose ran, but she still rembered her father’s words and kept her voice very low, hoarse.
“Mommy, what’s really wrong with you?”
As if a resurgence of energy, Cui Xiaoman suddenly drew strength from sowhere and slowly sat up straight.
She picked up the tissue from the bedside and wiped her daughter’s nose and tears clean.
“Ranran needs to be good, listen to your grandparents. Mommy was thoughtless before and always made them sad; you must not be like . You always wear your socks inside out, and you can’t be lazy and have others dress you anymore; you need to learn to grow up.”
“Study hard, find a good job in the future, marry a good man, don’t care about his family background, as long as he has a good temper and treats you well.”
“Ranran…”
The woman seed to want to rush and explain everything at once, but there was too much to say, and her tongue couldn’t keep up with her thoughts.
In a mont, Cui Xiaoman’s eyes were full of tears, rolling down her clear and translucent skin.
They carried a faint red color, like tears of blood.
“Ranran, Mommy regrets so much…”
She feared that her young daughter would be bullied by others in the future, and she worried about her elderly parents being without support. At that mont, Cui Xiaoman’s mind flashed back to Yan Sinian’s question.
“Even if it costs your life?”
Back then, Cui Xiaoman’s answer was affirmative.
She didn’t want to live an insignificant life with a sallow face; she’d rather die spectacularly, in her most beautiful form.
To make Dong ng regret losing her for the rest of his life.
But at this mont, it was Cui Xiaoman who regretted it first.
Her daughter was still so young; she hadn’t had the chance to watch her grow up.
“Mommy, I’m so scared.” The girl lay on the bed, and suddenly seed to grasp the aning of death, “If you don’t want anymore, will Daddy find a new mommy?”
Her best friend Xiaoya had gone through the sa thing…
The innocent words of the child crushed the last of Cui Xiaoman’s defenses.
“I don’t want to die, Dong ng! Take to the hospital; I don’t want to die!”
Cui Xiaoman scread with heartrending grief.
Dong ng imdiately burst in, “Xiaoman!”
Cui Xiaoman fell back, her body straightened, her pale skin glistened like fine jade.
“Mommy!” The little girl cried out in anguish, but the woman on the bed remained motionless.
Plunk—
Among the crying of Dong ng and his daughter, no one noticed that the exquisitely beautiful Wood Carving at the head of the bed had quietly shattered.
It fell onto the cabinet, returning to its original coarse appearance without Spiritual Energy.
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