In the hospital, Feng Zhihe was still asleep, while An An had woken up, feeling slightly better.
Lu Mingfei looked at her, holding her hand, feeling a bit scared inside.
If the truck had driven a bit faster at that time, what would have happened to her?
If he lost her, Lu Mingfei felt his later life would lose its color, like losing the sun.
"Baby, thank you for saving mom."
"Don't say that, I'm sorry, I never knew that's how I survived back then."
Lu Mingfei knew she was blaming herself, "It's not your fault, the issue with my sister was just an accident, mom couldn't bear losing her, so that's why."
"In the future, I'll double my love for her, and make up for my sister's love too."
At that time, she really wanted to die, especially since it was the mother of the man she loved most.
Later, he was right; she couldn't die, she had no right to die.
She had to take good care of Mom Lu, love her twice as much, to make up for her lost daughter.
