The Wife Is Like Fire: the President of Hidden Marriage Is Sultry!

December 18.

It was a glorious dawn.

Unfortunately, Si Xue would never see him again.

Before she died, after all, she could not take a look at the colorful colors of the world, let alone feel the bright light.

Si Xue was lying on the hospital bed, her condensed skin faded, and the bright smile on her lips would no longer be raised.

She slept very peacefully.

When I left, there was no more heartbreaking pain, nor countless rescues that tortured the body and mind...

Just like that, he stopped breathing calmly.

"Sorrow and change."

The doctor filled out the death notice with a solemn face, and handed it to the priest's hand, apologetically comforting.

The priest stood calmly beside the hospital bed.

He looked down at the girl, and very slowly raised his arm to receive the death notice, but at the moment he touched it, he let the white paper fall to the ground.

Shen Jingshu covered her lips and choked softly; Ye Shengkun was beside her, gently hugging him into her arms, with endless guilt and regret in her heart...

From beginning to end, the priest said nothing.

He turned around, walked to the window, and suddenly stretched out his hand to open the curtains, and the sunlight that blended with the sunrise instantly penetrated into the ward.

In the winter, the warm sunshine fell on Si Xue.

"Xue'er, this is the light you want." The priest red lips lightly hooked, and he pulled out a forced smile, smiling at his biological sister who had passed away.

He walked back to the bed and gently rubbed her cheek with his big palm.

After all, his fingertips pinched the white cover sheet and gently pulled upwards, covering Si Xue's peaceful sleeping face.

At that moment, the eyes of the priest suddenly turned red.

He closed his eyes without tears.

Zheng Bo heard the news of Si Xue's death and hurried to the ward, but he couldn't bear to break the silence in this repressive atmosphere.

"It's cremated."

After a long while, the priest slowly opened his eyes, forced to endure the pain like a mountain collapse in his heart, and uttered four words.

Si Xue said that she wanted to see the world again.

Later, she was gone.

He would also take her ashes with him, take her into the mountains and rivers of the world, and then look at the gorgeous colors.

"Shao Si, this is the organ donation agreement signed by Miss Si before her death..." Zheng Bo handed over the paper contract.

Upon hearing this, the priest's eyes shrank suddenly.

He squinted at the pieces of paper, didn't reach out to pick it up, just repeated coldly, "Organ donation agreement?"

He knows nothing about this!

"That's right, Miss Mu Wanqing needs Miss Si's heart. We have done matching. Although it is not the best choice, the blood type and histocompatibility antibody meet the requirements, so..."

"Enough." The priest interrupted him suddenly.

He glanced at the agreement coldly, his brows filled with anger, "I won't agree."

This agreement will not go into effect without family members’ signatures.

In any case, the priest would not allow his own sister to donate the heart... let alone donate it to the woman in the night house before the truth is found out!

"but……"

"No need to say it." The priest's eyes were sharp and cold, "I will not sign this agreement."

Hearing that, Zheng Bo was also a little embarrassed.

He cast his gaze on Shen Jingshu and Ye Shengkun, but no one knew how to persuade the priest at the moment...After all, this was too cruel for him.

I learned the news just after losing my sister.