1762 He wasn't afraid of death, but he was afraid that he would never see her again

"Moreover, her husband's health is very poor and he could die at any time. So, her son can't die. Otherwise, what will happen to the huge family fortune? So ... She asked someone to transplant her son's face into my face. "

As long as Murong Mian was alive, she would be the inheritor of the Murong family. However, if he died, and so did Murong Zhihong, then only Madam Murong would be left. Would she be able to keep such a huge fortune?

In other words, without her son, would her husband leave all his inheritance to her when he died?

Madam Murong was truly not an ordinary woman. In that kind of situation, her only son had died, yet she could still make this decision calmly. She was decisive and did not hesitate. It was something that ordinary people could not do.

Ji Mianmian reached out with a trembling hand and placed it on Murong Mian's face. Her lips moved as if she wanted to say something, but her lips were stuck together, and she could not make a sound.

Murong Mian hugged her."Don't be afraid. This face suits me quite well. Even without this face, I can't use that face anymore. Instead of facing you with a face full of holes, I think I like this face."

Madam Murong told him that his face was a bloody mess and not a single inch of skin was intact. Also, he had been in the water for too long and it was festering and inflamed. If he wanted to live, a skin transplant was the only choice.

He had never thought much of his appearance. As long as he could live, was his face important?

Ji Mianmian lay on his chest and hugged his waist tightly. She shook her head. "I'm not afraid ... I'm not afraid at all ..."

She only felt her heart ache. In the past year, he had experienced all kinds of inhuman lives, but she didn't even think about it.

Murong Mian's body was covered in scars. Sometimes, she didn't even dare to see how many there were.

"I'm alive, but her son is dead. No matter what her original intentions were, she found someone to save me. That's undeniable. Besides, everything about ye shaoguang has been canceled. I can only live on as Murong Mian. I owe her my life,"Murong Mian said calmly.

Madam Murong had taken her own son's face and given him a heart.

Even though this woman was cruel, the debt he owed was indeed bloody.

Murong Mian was dead, but he had used her face and heart, so he had to live on with his name.

However, he would use Murong Mian's name, but he would not use that name for the rest of his life. He would walk his own path.

When he was first fished out of the river, there were not many parts on his body that were intact. From head to toe, almost all the parts on his body had been reassembled.

His legs and ribs were broken. The second month after he woke up, the doctor said that he would probably be paralyzed for life and would never be able to stand up again.

Murong Mian had spent ten whole months on the reconstruction and had fallen down countless times before she could finally land on her feet and look like a normal person.

The chief surgeon for him said that his existence was a miracle.

He had never seen someone who could still shout in such a state in his many years of medical experience.

However, the doctor didn't know that the only thing that kept Murong Mian standing every day was Hanhan's return to her side ...

Perhaps, when a person truly had love in his heart, he was truly fearless!

He wasn't afraid of pain or death, but he was afraid that he would never see her again.

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