The woman has been calling Baizi his daughter’s name for the past six months. Now she has long been used to it. Before she knew it, she really regarded her as her dead daughter.
They are of the same age and are both pregnant, which makes her instinctively treat Bai Zi as her daughter’s substitute.
The doctor said that the patient himself does not want to wake up.
She tried her best to stay in the hospital every day and talk to her.
I often turn on the TV and play soothing music, just to let her feel the beauty of the world and the luck of living.
“Listen to President Zhao, you must love your fiancée Miss Chuchu very much,” the reporter asked with a smile.
“In my heart, my wife will always be the most important woman in my life.” Zhao Zihan confessed affectionately to the camera, “She is not dead, because she has always lived in my heart.”
Bai Zi slowly opened his eyes and looked at the TV with a biting cold look.
Reporter: “President Zhao, we are interviewing. This is going to be broadcast. Are you not afraid of being jealous by your fiancée seeing this?”
“Chuchu is a kind and understanding woman, and is also the best friend of my wife and I. When I first learned that my wife passed away, I could not accept this reality and almost committed suicide. It was Chuchu who has been by my side, enlightening me and accompanying me out of the pain of losing my wife. In the past six months, we have been together day and night. To me, she is like my relative. I am very grateful to her and know that the past six months of getting along has made her fall in love with me completely. I don’t want to let another woman who loves me again. She also understands that I can’t forget my wife who will always live in my heart. She is really great, and I can’t let her down. I want to give her a century-old wedding that will be envied by all women.”
Bai Zi clenched his fists and looked at the black eyes on the TV screen with a cold and fierce light.