I pinched my waist and petted him, and I was made to cry by the ruffian Third Master.

At that moment, it seemed as if all the strength in her body had been taken away from her. She collapsed to the ground, her eyes were empty, and there was no expression at all, as if the end of the world was coming.

At this moment, the only thing she could do was to place all her remaining hopes on Jiang Gezhi.

Seeing Yu Sheng's appearance, Jiang Gezhi felt his heart twisting like a knife. He looked at the vulnerable girl in his arms with distress. He comforted softly: "Baby, don't worry, I will find a way." , your mother will be fine."

Jiang Gezhi's words were like a tranquilizer, bringing a glimmer of hope to Yu Sheng, who was on the verge of collapse.

In the next few days, Yu Sheng took a long leave and stayed at the hospital every day to accompany Zhao Yulan.

She would sit by Zhao Yulan's bedside calmly every day and talk to her mother in a soft and gentle tone.

Although Zhao Yulan has been in a coma, Yu Sheng firmly believes that her mother can hear her voice and get better quickly.

Sometimes, Yu Sheng could not help but stretch out her hand, hold Zhao Yulan's hand, and murmur softly: "Mom, you must hold on! Didn't you say that you also want to witness the birth of your lovely little grandson? …”

Yu Sheng would repeat these words to Zhao Yulan several times every day. She felt that what Zhao Yulan cared about most was the child in her belly. As long as Zhao Yulan was still conscious and could hear her words, he would get better.

Unfortunately, things went against expectations. Zhao Yulan still showed no signs of waking up, and her physical condition worsened.

If it weren't for the constant ticking sound of the cold medical equipment on the side, cruelly reminding Yu Sheng that her mother was still alive, Yu Sheng would have thought that Zhao Yulan had actually left her.

Every time Yu Sheng talked to Zhao Yulan, when she found that there was no response at all, she subconsciously looked at the machine on the side, carefully accompanying Zhao Yulan every day.

Finally, the doctor couldn't help but went to Yu Sheng and told him Zhao Yulan's true condition.

The doctor said in a serious tone that Zhao Yulan's current physical condition is very bad. Even if she uses these advanced mechanical equipment to forcibly maintain her life, her failing organs are already overwhelmed and cannot sustain it for long.

After saying these words, the doctor silently stared at the pale and lost Yu Sheng in front of him, let out a long sigh, and finally did not say anything more.

He knew that any comfort at this moment was in vain, and everything could only be left to Yu Sheng's own decision.

Yu Sheng held Jiang Gezhi's arm tightly, feeling confused. After a long time, she came back to her senses and said in a small, almost inaudible voice: "I want to go see my mother..."

Jiang Gezhi nodded silently to express his understanding and support, and then carefully helped Yu Sheng to the door of the ward.

Jiang Gezhi originally wanted to follow Yu Sheng into the ward, but was blocked by her.

Yu Sheng insisted on going alone to accompany Zhao Yulan in the hospital bed.

Jiang Gezhi was silent and stood quietly in front of the ward door.

Yu Sheng walked slowly to the hospital bed with heavy steps.

The sight before her made her heartache.

At this moment, Zhao Yulan looked haggard, her cheeks were sunken, and her face was as pale as paper.

What the doctor just said kept echoing in Yu Sheng's mind.

Although Zhao Yulan can still maintain a faint breath of life, she is actually suffering from tremendous pain.

Yu Sheng sat quietly by the bed, gently grabbed Zhao Yulan's skinny hand, and said in a low and caring voice: "Mom, are you feeling uncomfortable now?"

However, the only response she received was the cold and regular "tick" sound of medical equipment.

Tears began to well up in Yu Sheng's eyes, but she tried hard to suppress her sadness and continued to whisper: "Mom, I'm sorry for making you endure so much pain. Please rest assured that I will take good care of myself. You don't have to worry about me anymore." Worry."

After speaking, Yu Sheng stretched out her trembling hands and carefully removed the cold tube from Zhao Yulan's mouth and nose.

The next second, the instrument made a beeping sound. Yu Sheng seemed not to hear it, and just held Zhao Yulan's hand. Zhao Yulan's withered hand slowly turned white in Yu Sheng's hand.

When Jiang Gezhi opened the door of the ward, he saw his little wife Yu Sheng lying on Zhao Yulan's body, unresponsive.

The corner of his eye glanced at the medical equipment that had stopped operating, and he instantly understood Yu Sheng's choice.

He didn't speak, just walked towards her silently and hugged her tightly with his arms.

"Xiao Yu'er, if you want to cry, just cry." Jiang Gezhi's voice was low and gentle, full of understanding and care.

He gently pressed Yu Sheng's cheek against his chest, so that she could hear the sound of her heartbeat and feel her warm body temperature.

Yu Sheng still didn't speak. She just snuggled quietly in Jiang Gezhi's arms, as if she had found the only support and comfort at this moment.

Zhao Yulan died, and it was Yu Sheng who personally removed the oxygen tube that she relied on to survive.

The funeral was carried out in accordance with Ming Zhao Yulan's instructions during his lifetime. The body was cremated and placed in the cemetery without informing relatives and friends.

From beginning to end, from cremation to burial, Jiang Gezhi took care of everything, while Yu Sheng followed behind silently.

On the day Zhao Yulan was buried, drizzle fell from the gloomy sky, as if God was also mourning this lost life.

Jiang Gezhi silently held up an umbrella as dark as ink and stood beside Yu Sheng quietly to protect her from the wind and rain.

Yu Sheng stared motionlessly at the kind face on the tombstone, her eyes filled with endless sadness and longing.

After a long time, she said softly: "Third uncle, from now on, I will never have a mother again..."

Her voice was as light as a feather, as if a breeze could blow it away.

Hearing this, Jiang Gezhi's heart tightened. He stretched out his arms, hugged Yu Sheng tightly into his arms, and gently comforted: "You, me, and our child who is about to be born."

Yu Sheng slowly lowered his eyes, focusing on his slightly bulging abdomen.

Her fingers couldn't help but caress her belly, feeling the beating of new life in her belly.

Yes, she is about to become a mother, which is a continuation of motherhood.

After coming out of the cemetery, Yu Sheng walked towards the Yu family with a dull expression.

Now that Zhao Yulan has passed away forever, she can no longer find any excuse to stay in the Yu family.

In fact, she didn't have much attachment to this so-called home.

If Zhao Yulan hadn't insisted on moving back here, I'm afraid she would never set foot on this land again in this life.

Therefore, as soon as the funeral arrangements for Zhao Yulan were completed, Yu Sheng resolutely returned home to sort out her belongings and quickly put the house on the market for sale.

Jiang Gezhi silently stared at the little daughter-in-law in front of him who was handling all affairs calmly and calmly, and couldn't help but feel a trace of worry in his heart.

"Actually, there is no need to rush to sell the house. We can definitely live here for a long time. After all, this is your home since childhood."