"Sister, I don't want to die."

"If I don't find a suitable heart this time, I won't wait long before I die." Mu Qiu, 30, is still young and beautiful, like a brilliant girl, even though she has given birth to a child.

The words coming out of her mouth made her look fragile and fragile.

Standing next to Mu Qiu's hospital bed is a tall woman with voluptuous curves. If Mu Qiu is an elegant and tranquil little lily, then this woman is a real flower of wealth in the world. Her eyebrows are like stars and her eyes are charming.

Standing quietly, you will be graceful and wealthy.

Song Ci looked at Mu Qiu, who was two years younger than herself, and thought that this innocent and lovely sister was about to die, Song Ci felt a pity in her heart.

"Qiu'er, don't be discouraged, we will definitely find a suitable heart source." Song Ci's comfort seemed weak. Mu Qiu has rare panda blood, so the possibility of finding a suitable heart source in a short time is slim.

Mu Qiu did not respond to Song Ci's comfort, but just stared at Song Ci's beautiful face that made her jealous after looking at it for many years.

Song Ci is the adopted daughter of the Mu family. She is two years older than Mu Qiu.

When she was fourteen years old, an earthquake took away Song Ci's parents. Her sister Song Fei also fell into a coma due to serious injuries and became a vegetative state.

Fortunately, Mu Qiu's father, Mu Mian, was a volunteer at the earthquake site. He was soft-hearted and kind-hearted, so he adopted Song Ci as his daughter and paid for Song Fei's medical expenses. The Mu family has sheltered Song Ci from the wind and rain in these years.

After nurturing her carefully, the girl Pingting finally grew up and became a flower of wealth.

Unfortunately, 10 years ago, a fire broke out in the nursing home, and Song Ci's sister Song Fei died in the flames.

After living in the Mu family for so many years, Mu Mian and his wife regarded Song Ci as their own. Song Ci also had a share of everything Mu Qiu had. The Mu family had a kindness in raising Song Ci, which Song Ci would never be able to repay in his lifetime.

Already.

Song Ci thought of the Mu family's kindness to her and thought about how to comfort Mu Qiu, but an inexplicable laughter sounded in the ward. Hearing the sound, Song Ci looked at Mu Qiu who laughed in surprise.

What is she laughing at?

Mu Qiu's laughter was short. She put away her smile, lowered her eyes and said, "Is there a suitable heart? There is indeed one."

Song Ci was very surprised, and her voice became excited, "Did you really find it?" Holding Mu Qiu's hand, Song Ci asked her: "Where did you find it? When can I have surgery?"

Mu Qiu took her right hand out of Song Ci's palm, and gently pressed her fingertips on Song Ci's chest.

Song Ci looked down at Mu Qiu's beautiful hand, which was like jade, slender and long, and looked like a pampered hand. "What's wrong?" she asked Mu Qiu.

Mu Qiu looked up at Song Ci, with a strange smile on his lips.

Looking at the strange smile on Mu Qiu's face, Song Ci's heart suddenly trembled. The open lips slowly closed and tightened, making her look serious. "Qiu'er..." Song Ci's throat tightened and her voice became dry.

, "What do you want to say?"

The weird smile on Mu Qiu's mouth grew bigger and bigger, "Sister, where do you think the heart is?" While asking, Mu Qiu's eyes drifted to Song Ci's chest.

Under that proud chest, a fresh and vital heart beats with a surging rhythm.

Noticing Mu Qiu's strange eyes, Song Ci immediately understood what Mu Qiu meant. She and Song Fei both have panda blood! Does Mu Qiu want her heart?

This conjecture caused the color on Song Ci's face to fade in an instant.

"Sister, please give me your heart, okay?" Mu Qiu's voice was still pleasant to the ear, but when it fell on Song Ci's ears, it made her hair stand on end.

The slender jade hand that Mu Qiu placed on Song Ci's chest was like five cold and slippery poisonous snakes at the moment, making Song Ci's limbs and bones bone-chilling with ice.

Song Ci suddenly knocked the hand off her chest, and she took two steps back in panic. Standing at the end of the bed, Song Ci stared at Mu Qiu in front of her in disbelief, as if looking at a stranger.

Time has been kind to Mu Qiu, and she is still beautiful and elegant, like an elegant lily. Even though she just asked a living person for a healthy heart, she still looks like an angel, clean and innocent.

This is a devil!

Song Ci was frightened by Mu Qiu's appearance.

"You want my heart?" Song Ci asked Mu Qiu with a trembling voice: "I gave you my heart, do you know that I will die! Mu Qiu, how can you be so selfish?"

Hearing Song Ci's condemnation, Mu Qiu's eyes showed surprise. She looked at Song Ci for several seconds, and then said matter-of-factly: "You were raised by my Mu family, shouldn't you give your heart to me?"

Give it to me?"

Song Ci was dumbfounded when he heard this.

She was about to retort when she heard Mu Qiu say: "Why do you think my father adopted you? Do you really think that my father is a philanthropist and wants to do good things?" Mu Qiu's smile was still bright and innocent, and she said: "You sisters, but

It’s just the heart donor my father raised for me!”

Song Ci's ears were buzzing.

She doesn't believe this is true!

"This is impossible!" Song Ci thought Mu Qiu was lying to her. She wanted to deny it, but there was a voice in her heart telling her:

This is real!

This is all true!

Seeing that Song Ci was about to die and still couldn't see the truth clearly, Mu Qiu's face finally showed a different emotion, that of compassion.

"You never knew, did you?" Mu Qiu looked at Song Ci as if he were looking at a pitiful little insect. "Sister, the heart beating inside my body now..." He admired Song Ci more and more.

With a shocked expression, Mu Qiu whispered the last half of the sentence: "It belongs to Song Fei."
Chapter completed!