073, my temple is too small here.

Lan Baozhen kept talking.

But the person in the bed didn't move at all.

She was like a Sleeping Beauty under a spell, never to awaken.

Lan Baozhen suddenly choked up, "I know you can't wake up.

But for me to bury my child, to remove your oxygen, how could I bear it?

Anyway, the money Yibo gave me is more than I can spend, so I'll use it for you.

When the day comes that I can't manage anymore, before I go... wu wu~ I'll... I'll remove it then!"

Lan Baozhen cried, wiped her tears, and continued to massage her.

Actually, the doctors had all said that this was useless.

The doctors had suggested removing her daughter's oxygen twenty years ago.

But...

A mother, as long as she has a bite to eat, would save it up, converting it into a chance for her daughter's survival.

Lan Baozhen took good care of her daughter, her eyes blurry with tears, and left saying, "I'll come to see you again tomorrow, you sleep!"

When she walked back home from outside.