Being pushed away, Qin Qingnan once again grasped his mother's hand, looking at her pleadingly, "Mom, why are you doing this?"
Father Qin was also at a loss, not knowing what to do. He understood Mother Qin's temperament, she liked to hold grudges all her life, especially with him and their son, knowing they all doted on her, so she always had to win in everything.
Even now, facing the Grim Reaper, she was still so willful.
Qin Qingnan was so devastated he almost cried; he never thought his mother would resent him to this extent, willing to risk the deterioration of her illness just to punish him, refusing to accept his bone marrow donation.
He really hated himself, how could he have hurt his mother to such a degree?
Big tears fell drop by drop onto the white bedsheet.
