Shui Lian walked to the door of the ward and opened it gently. Inside, Yan Xingwu was sitting in front of the floor-to-ceiling window. His dark red hair gave off a cold sheen, and his charming eyes were full of helplessness and sadness with a hint of sadness.
Shui Lian looked at him with a hint of stubbornness and dissatisfaction...
Is he in pain? It should be right? He is his true self now, right?
As if feeling Shui Lian's gaze, Yan Xingwu looked back at Shui Lian and raised an indifferent smile. His unique calmness and warmth made Shui Lian feel completely heartbroken. He looked worse than before
, at least it is a way of catharsis. But now, with a smile as light as the autumn wind, it is really becoming more and more bitter.
"Here we come." There was no surprise in his tone, even understanding and certainty.
"Hmm..." Shui Lian looked at him and finally did not ask about Xiangju's incident just now.
Him and Xiangju...?
"Come with me to go through the discharge procedures." Yan Xingwu raised his eyes and looked at Shui Lian, swung a black backpack behind him and put it firmly on his shoulders.
Only then did Shui Lian see that his face had returned to normal and he had changed into casual clothes. He looked like a prince who had stepped out of the light, with a little bit of calmness and a little bit of injury...
And a face that is always smiling...
"Are you really okay?"
"It doesn't matter. If I get sick, I can take medicine." He said it easily, but it also made Shui Lian frown.
After completing the discharge procedures.
On the streets in early winter, the trees on both sides were slowly withering, and some even lost their flowers and leaves. The two of them walked quietly on the clean and cold streets, and occasionally a car passed by.
The wind stirred up caused their hair to slightly draw beautiful and winding arcs in the air. But it also moved Shui Lian's heart little by little.
"We're almost there." Yan Xingwu said, looking up at the white single apartment in front of him.
"Don't you live with your family?" Shui Lian walked into the apartment and found that everything was simple... even single...
A bedroom, a living room, a kitchen...a cup, a pair of slippers. Almost every item is the quantity of one person. Everything shows that he is a person. He doesn't even have the supplies he prepared with his friends. Could it be that
Is he all the same person...
"It's very simple. You don't mind, right?" Yan Xingwu smiled and put his schoolbag on the sofa.
"No...no way." Shui Lian looked at him, how did he live like this?