"Enough!" Lin Deng suddenly growled, "Mom, don't beg her. Even if I, Lin Deng, am disabled, I don't want anyone's pity! I am ruined, I cannot compare to her Tang Xiao, I am not worthy of her. For my whole life, even if I'm waiting alone for death, I don't want anyone's sympathy. Mom, don't demean yourself, and don't force her!"
"Biyun, you should leave. In the future, don't come to see me. You be the blissfully happy bride-to-be, Tang Xiao will make you happy." After Lin Deng finished speaking, he closed his eyes and lay there motionless.
"Xiaodeng~" Lin's mother staggered on the verge of collapse.
"Lin Deng." Jiang Biyun bit her lip, looking at Lin Deng, who was no longer willing to open his eyes, and cried out, "Lin Deng, you coward!" Then, with tears, she turned and ran out of the ward.
