Because this may be her last hug with him in her life.

She hired a taxi and followed song Zhiyuan's car. Song Zhiyuan's car stopped at Song's door. However, she still didn't have the courage to go down, hold him tightly and say goodbye to him.

Song Zijin sat in the taxi and silently looked at Song Zhiyuan.

Her hands tightly covered her lips, and tears kept falling.

For four years, how many midnight dreams, she had been dreaming that she could lie on his chest and get her father's love without regret, but in the end it was empty.

They can't go back.

"Miss, where are you going?" the driver urged impatiently.

"Master, please go back to the hospital!" Song Zijin wiped away the tears on his face and said calmly.

Song Zijin returned to the cake shop and got off to pay.

Through the glass window, she saw song Buhui still sitting in his original position, holding his cheeks in his hands and waiting quietly.

Song Zijin looked at the child and couldn't help crying again. With such a warm waiting, song Zijin thought that he had nothing to regret in his life.

Although she had a hard time abroad, she even suffered for herself.

But song Zijin never regretted giving birth to him.

Song Zijin pushes open the store door. Song doesn't regret seeing her and rushes into her arms happily.

"Sorry, baby, let you wait for a long time!" Song Zijin bent his head and kissed her forehead.

Song Buhui raised his small face, but smiled and shook his head, "no, the cake without regret has just finished, and mom has just come back!"

This child is always clever and distressing.

Song Zijin took her little hand and went back to the hospital with her.

Song Buhui held his mother's warm palm and seemed particularly happy, "Mom, you are so beautiful today. Such a beautiful mother can't cry!"

"I didn't cry!" Song Zijin hurriedly denied.

"Mom, you'll have a long nose if you lie. Look, your eyes are red, like a little rabbit. It's clear that you've cried!" song Buhui stretched out a soft little hand and gently stroked song Zijin's eyes. "If mom doesn't cry, she will always be with you!"

Song Zijin squatted in front of her and couldn't help crying again.

Song Buhui stretched out his little hand and kept wiping it for her, but it couldn't be cleaned.

The life without regret is still very long. However, song Zijin's life has come to an end. She has no eternity.

Song Zijin returned to the hospital. She had planned to go through the discharge formalities, but unexpectedly, her condition suddenly deteriorated sharply. She didn't even have the strength to get out of bed.

In desperation, song Zijin had to call Zhan Yan. And told Zhan Yan that he was lying in the hospital.

After hanging up the phone, Zhan Yan hurried to the hospital. What he saw was song Zijin lying in the hospital bed in pain, with a pale face and almost no blood.

The situation in the general ward is also very noisy. There are all kinds of people.

"Zijin, what's the matter with you? What's wrong with you?" Zhan Yan grabbed her hand and asked anxiously.

Song Zijin smiled pale and looked at Song Buhui. "Don't regret, mom and aunt have a few words to say, you go outside first!"

"OK!" song Buhui nodded obediently and waited on the bench outside the ward.

Song Zijin sat up very hard from the bed and smiled pale at Zhan Yan.

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