Chapter 1271: No Sorry

Tell him she's fine.

Mo Yixuan took the pen and wrote on the paper again. This time he wrote:

"Is he nice to you?"

He Xiyan knew that the "him" in his writing referred to her current husband Ye Hao.

He took a deep breath, and for some reason, seeing him using a pen to communicate with her like this made him feel particularly sad.

She thought he definitely didn't want to show his current bad state in front of her.

That's why I don't want to speak.

She nodded again.

Over the years, Ye Hao has been really good to her, and they have almost never had any quarrels. In the Ye family, she never suffered any further injustice.

When Mo Yixuan saw He Xiyan nodding, he suddenly raised the corners of his mouth, and a faint smile overflowed from his mouth.

He nodded slightly.

At this time, He Xiyan saw his sincere blessing for her in his eyes.

Mo Yixuan clenched the black ballpoint pen again, and at this moment, two tears fell from his face and fell on the notebook. Soon there were two wet marks on the notebook.

He wrote another line on it, which read:

"Yanyan, don't feel sorry for me. I know my body well."

After writing, Mo Yixuan pursed his slightly cold lips tightly.

He actually guessed that he would not live long. His father died at the age of 51 from brain cancer, and his mother died at the age of 58 from cardiovascular and cerebrovascular diseases. His physique was inherited from his parents, so it was naturally not very good. In addition, he had not cared about health problems over the years. His body had long been drained by the years of fatigue and running around.

He Xiyan felt as if a stone was pressing down on his heart. She shook her head, suddenly stretched out her hand, and snatched the book from his hand.

"Don't say that..." She looked at Mo Yixuan and said again: "You have to be good, listen to the doctor, go for check-ups on time, and do rehabilitation training, you will get better."

What He Xiyan was most worried about was that he would give up on himself like this.

Mo Yixuan pursed his lips and smiled, but the smile was bitter. He stretched out his hand to get the small book that his ex-wife had just taken away, but He Xiyan was unwilling to return it to her.

"You can talk, right? Stop writing and say what you want to say to me."

Mo Yixuan retracted his hand at this time and put the pen aside.

He sat back on the sofa and looked deeply at the woman he loved beside him, his former wife, and the woman he could never have again in this life.

Twenty-four years ago, he kicked her out of the house, and since then, he has lost a lifetime of happiness and caused her to suffer too much.

"Yanyan, yes, I'm sorry... I'm sorry."

Mo Yixuan suddenly spoke, just five words, but he spoke with great difficulty, and even seemed to have a lisp.

But He Xiyan understood it all. Hearing her say sorry to him.

She quickly shook her head, took out a tissue from her bag, and reached out to wipe away the tears from the corners of his eyes.

"Don't say you're sorry. Really, I stopped blaming you a long time ago. I really don't blame you."

After more than 20 years, she has no hatred for him and only hopes that he can live a good life.

She paused and said, "Actually, I haven't done what I promised."

He Xiyan has not forgotten that she told this man more than once when she was young that she would love him very much and only love him for the rest of her life.