Liu Qili, who was standing aside, finally came to her senses. She was a little bit intolerable, and suddenly said something, "Senior Gu, why don't you just sleep on the bed next to you..." which attracted countless people who were considered idiots.
of doubtful glances.
"Wu Yu...?"
With her hazy eyes half-opened, Qin Xiaoman saw the person closest to her first and asked in a dumb voice, her throat still feeling clogged.
Struggling to sit up, Yan Zisong hurriedly approached, Wu Yu sidestepped to the side, the man calmed down his frozen expression a moment ago, gently pressed the girl's shoulder, and said softly, "You need to rest more, there is no need to get up.
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The confused girl could not see Yan Zisong's face clearly until now, and she was so stunned that she had no time to tell whether it was a dream or reality.
The face that I have been suffering for for half a month and missed countless times is right in front of me. The cold and cold face in the nightmare shows the familiar concern again. Is there anything in the world that can make people more tender than this?
Reluctant to leave?
The knowledge that "this person cannot be loved" that has been stuck in his heart for a long time has long been completely forgotten. Qin Xiaoman didn't have time to think about it, so he tremblingly said the word "Strict..." and was actually overcome by a burst of sadness.
The words welled up in my throat, and I choked with sobs that I could no longer speak.
With just this sound, Yan Zisong surrendered; no matter how untamed his emotions were, they could not withstand this silky tenderness that enveloped his entire heart.
He stretched out his arms and hugged the half-sitting girl into his arms, caressing her thin and pale cheek, "I'm sorry, baby, I'm sorry..."
Habitually blaming himself for no reason in front of her pity, not only did it not comfort, but it made the girl's originally worried and guilty heart even more bitter and unbearable, tears fell one after another, and the whole world was filled with pity.
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Gu Chen, who was standing by the bed, couldn't help but feel a little bitter in his heart when he looked at the two people who were so focused that they had completely forgotten everything around them;
He turned around and walked out of the ward. The empty corridor of the school hospital was terribly quiet, and he could only hear his lonely and heavy footsteps, walking towards the door step by step.
In the night filled with longing, even in your arms, I still miss you deeply...
"Are you torturing me or yourself?"
The person he longs for is right in his chest, but Yan Zisong never thought that the girl who firmly and disdainfully said she wanted to break up two weeks ago would be so haggard; doubts are mixed with helplessness, resentment but intolerance.
Qin Xiaoman didn't respond silently, his embrace was still so warm, even if he was cruel and hard-hearted and hurt him, this man, he still looked at her and guarded her without looking back.
After a moment of forgetfulness, he finally regained his senses;
Yan Zisong, why you?
Why me?
How wonderful it would be if you were not you and I was not me!
How can I let go of you like this?
Perhaps it was the illness that brought out the vulnerability that should not have existed in the first place; almost unreasonably, it spread quietly due to one's own willful and selfish thoughts.
Even if I am punished, even if it is a punishment from heaven, as long as you keep looking at me like this...
"What happened to you? Tell me, what happened?"
Behind her ears, there was the same soft whisper as before; you could even feel the strong and powerful beating of his heart through the clothes. With her eyes slightly lowered, the girl was almost motionless, showing a faint despair.