The weak figure in the corner opened his eyes wide, looking in disbelief at the strange scene in front of him and the pretty girl who appeared out of thin air.
Xiaoying looked at Xiyue's godless purple eyes and couldn't bear to look away. Then she heard Xiyue's calm voice: "I know."
Xiyue stepped forward and held the boy's hand tightly, took a deep look at the boy on the hospital bed, and then closed her eyes: "Xiaoying, let's start!"
"The process may be very painful, please bear with it, Princess." Sakura's voice was full of unbearability.
Xiyue nodded, and then suddenly trembled. Severe pain instantly spread throughout her body, like countless daggers carving her body one by one, and her strength was withdrawn from her body bit by bit. Xiyue's face became paler and paler.
Beads of sweat kept dripping down her fair forehead. Xiyue bit her lips desperately, letting blood seep into her mouth, but she didn't make a sound.
The purple light gradually withdrew from Xiyue's body, and then continued to pour into the boy's body. The process lasted for more than ten minutes. As the purple light on Xiyue's body became weaker and weaker, the process was finally coming to an end. Xiao
Sakura slowly put down her hands, looking at Xiyue's beautiful face that was now pale, her eyes full of distress, and the soft voice sounded in the room again, "Your Highness, Echizen Ryoma is now equal to having obtained
In the new life, although all his memories of Her Highness the Princess will disappear, the moment he opens his eyes is also the time when he is most vulnerable, so Her Highness the Princess still has a chance. From now on, she must stay by his side.
The first girl he sees after opening his eyes will make him fall in love with and rely on him. Her Highness the Princess must remember this." After saying this, Sakura's figure disappeared in the room. She is the spirit of cherry blossoms.
Now that Xiyue has completely cut off contact with Sakura, she will naturally never have any interaction with her again.
Xiyue stared blankly at Sakura's figure gradually disappearing. It took her a long time to realize what she was doing. Sakura's lips parted slightly and she said, "Thank you, Sakura." Then she looked at the boy on the hospital bed and breathed a sigh of relief. Ryoma, hurry up.
Wake up at one o'clock!
The quiet boy on the bed seemed to hear the girl's thoughts, and the hand held by Xiyue moved slightly.
A hint of surprise flashed in Xiyue's purple eyes, "Longma, are you awake?"
"Water..." The boy on the bed whispered instinctively.
Hearing this, Xiyue hurriedly walked to the water dispenser, but found that there was nothing she needed inside, so she hurriedly took the water cup and walked out the door.
Everyone looked at Xiyue's hurried appearance and didn't understand why the girl was so anxious.
The weak figure in the ward didn't stand up slowly until Xiyue left, walked to the side of the ward, and carefully held the boy's hand. Are what they just said true? Is Ryoma really okay?
And... the girl looked at the boy carefully. If so, then let her be selfish this time. Xiaoyue already has someone else, so let her cherish Ryoma! Perhaps, this is the opportunity given to her by God, the only opportunity.
…
The young man's long and curly eyelashes trembled slightly, and his amber eyes finally opened slowly. Looking at the girl holding his hand in front of him, there was a hint of color in his eyes. It was her, "Sakura..."
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Hearing this, the girl finally couldn't help but threw herself into the boy's arms, "Ryoma, you finally woke up." Ryoma no longer called her Ryuzaki, Ryoma called her Sakurano, Ryoma called her Sakurano...
Ryoma looked at the girl who threw herself into his arms and frowned, but did not push her away.
Xiyue opened the door and saw the scene of two people embracing each other, and the cup in her hand slipped uncontrollably.
Ryoma turned to look at the beautiful girl at the door of the ward, and his voice was colder than before, "Who are you?"
There have been too many exams recently, and I’ve kept you guys waiting for a long time.
