Lin Lian took the prepared noodles to the hospital. Han Zaixing can't eat heavy-tasting ones now, so the noodles she made are very light. When she got them in front of Han Zaixing, it looked like a bowl of ordinary noodles.

But Han Zaixing smiled at the noodles with green onions, green leaves, and faint fragrance.

"I'll feed you."

Lin Lian picked up the chopsticks, rolled up the noodles, and then put them on his lips and blew them.

The noodles are still hot, but they are not as good as cooking and eating them now, and they are much more messy.

Han Zaixing no longer lay flat, the bed shook, and his upper body leaned against the head of the bed.

He looked at Lin Lian, this face that was light all day long. At this time, her seriousness and meticulousness and heat scented her eyes, adding to the innocence.

At this moment, his expression became softer, just like his heart at this moment.

"Come."

The blowing was not so hot, Lin Lian fed the noodles to his lips.

Han Zaixing opened his lips and ate.

His face was soft and warm, and it entered his throat, stomach and heart, and his body seemed to be warm.

He said nothing, and so did Lin Lian.

He looked at her and she fed him bit by bit.

They were very quiet, and with the sunshine shining outside, the smell of disinfectant water seemed to disappear.

After Han Zaixing finished eating a bowl of noodles and drinking the soup, Lin Lian took a tissue and wiped the soup on his lips for him, and then took the items to the bathroom to wash.

After doing all this, she walked out and sat down: "How do you feel? Are there any better?"

Han Zaixing looked at her, her eyebrows, her eyes, and her eyelashes. His eyes moved inch by inch on her face, not letting go of it.

After a long time, it seemed that he had finally seen enough. His eyes moved to Lin Liang's eyes: "I thought I would definitely die this time."

Lin Lian paused and said, "You won't die."

"Why?"

He looked at her without moving eyes, and she looked at him without moving eyes: "You are a good person."

Han Zaixing calmed down, and then smiled in his eyes, as if he had heard some happy words. His smile made the spring flowers bloom, like the sky outside, full of warmth.

After a while, his smile stopped and he stared at her: "But do you know? I have been despicable too."

"unimportant."

Lin Lian looked at his smiling and serious face, because of this vivid look, his face had a little bit of radiance.

He finally came alive.

Like a withered tree, it has vitality again.

"In my heart, you are the one who is sincerely good to me. You never wanted to hurt me, that's enough."

Han Zaixing didn't say anything anymore.

He looked at these eyes, clear, clear, without any impurities or hypocrisy.

She has never changed.

Lin Lian looked at him, his voice calmly and quietly: "At your turn, I have been growing up, and there are very few people who are sincerely good to me."

“As long as someone is kind to me, I will be very happy.”

"I always believe that there are good people in this world, and it turns out that it is true."

"There is a good person, I met this good person. He helped me through the most difficult time."

The words paused, and then continued, "Even if one day everyone thinks you are bad, in my eyes, you are the best one."

"In my heart, you are my most important relative."

Han Zaixing's heart trembled.

For her words, for her seriousness at this time, and for her sincere heart to him.

His mouth moved slightly, then raised, his eyes turned, and fell on the round ceiling lamp above his head. The expression in his eyes became distant: "That year, I suddenly got sick, everything came very quickly. It turned out that my life was so short."

"Treatment, hospitalization, surgery, hopes, disappointments, no one wants to die, but after countless helplessness, the persistence at the beginning also seems to become insignificant."

"I want to give up."

"Don't let yourself suffer, nor will your family suffer."

"But do you know, one day, I suddenly thought, is it really good to die like this? Do I have any regrets or anything I want to do? I have only been more than twenty years of my life, and I am really willing to die like this?"

"At this time, someone suddenly appeared in my mind."

He said, his eyes drooping down and landing on Lin Liang's face, and the smile in his eyes warmed: "I thought of you."

"I suddenly thought of you."

Lin Lian didn't say anything, listened calmly to him, his eyes serious and focused.

She said, "And what?"

"Then……"

The smile at the corner of his mouth became deeper, his eyes turned, and he continued to look at the ceiling light, as if it was his light: "Then I didn't want to die at once, I wanted to live, I wanted to find you."

"I want to be with you, even marry you, want to have a home with you, and have our children in the future."

“Isn’t it ridiculous?”

"You don't know me, and I don't know you, but at that time I thought of you so much, and I thought a lot."

"I don't want to die. I want to have love. I want to grow old together with you. I want us to sit together and watch the sunset when we are old."

"I think that is a truly romantic and beautiful thing."

"It is true perfection to die like this. It is a pity to die like this now."

"I worked hard to cooperate with the doctor and struggled with pain. I don't believe that I would really die like that, it's unfair."

"Maybe it's really unfair, or it's too persistent, I survived and met you."

His eyes fell on her face, with tears in his eyes, but he also smiled: "I really met you, and I met you when you need it most."

"I don't care about your past, my family, I only care about you."

"I just want to be with you, as long as I can be with you, I will do anything."

"I have a demon."

"Knowing that you don't love me, you still insist on keeping you by your side."

"I think it's good that we'll be together until we're old."

"As long as you are by my side, we are not a couple, so it's OK."

"But this is my own wish after all, my wishful thinking. If you don't love me and I force you to keep you, that is not happiness or my original intention."

"I want to let you go."

"I thought about it long ago."

"But I can't let go no matter how hard it is."

"It's like you already have my bloodline in my body, it's too difficult to pull you out."

"I can't do it, but I..."

His voice paused, and at this moment, his smile covered his eyes, and tears in his eyes also slid down: "I still have to do it."

"You go."

"Go to the people you want to go to and do everything you want to do."

"Life well, be happy, be happy."

"What I want is nothing more than you want to be happy."

"This is my truth."

Lin Lian did not cry, did not feel uncomfortable, nor did he feel pain.
Chapter completed!