Misha grabbed the bath towel tightly and wrapped herself tightly.
Supporting him, she stood up with a gasp, raised her eyes to look at him, and her cheeks turned red uncontrollably.
An Rong brought another towel and wiped her wet hair.
"I'll do it myself..." Misha took it awkwardly, lowered her head and wiped her hair. She looked up at him, bit her lip, and said uncomfortably, "Just now... I fell in accidentally."
He nodded, "I know, you won't be able to think about it."
Misha curled her lips, "It sounds like I'm particularly heartless."
He smiled, took her towel again, and wiped her hair carefully, with a very natural movement, "It's not that you are heartless, but that you are stronger."
Misha sat down tiredly and let him toss her long hair. She lowered her eyes and said softly, "What's the good of being strong? Don't all men like women's tears?"
Just like just now, wasn't he also confused by Oona's tears?
An Rong thought for a moment, knelt down, looked level with her, and said face to face, "Oona is... the only woman I have ever loved."
Misha raised her eyes, and she could see from his eyes that he really loved Oona with all his heart.
"Then why did they separate later?"
He was silent for a moment and said slowly, "She left me."
Misha was startled. Seeing how sad Oona was when she saw him, how could she take the initiative to leave him? There must be some misunderstanding in this, right?
"She..." An Rong paused and said, "She disappeared after learning about my illness."
Misha's heart tightened, a trace of surprise flashed across her face, she opened her mouth, and finally murmured, "What disease do you...have?"
He smiled helplessly, "teral sclerosis..."
Misha wondered, "What is that?"
"Amyotrophic lateral sclerosis... Before long, I will be paralyzed. Maybe my upper limbs, maybe my lower limbs, maybe... my whole body." He smiled and lowered his gaze, "Who knows, I'll just leave it to fate.
."
Misha was shocked. Words like "resign yourself to fate" definitely didn't come from someone like An Rong. However, he gave up completely. Could it be that this disease is really that serious?
Is it because Oona knew this that she left?
Misha suddenly became angry, "Just because of this, she left you? In that case, why is she coming back to you now?"
An Rong raised her lips and let out a faint smile, "She left me not because she was afraid of being burdened, but...she didn't have the courage to accept the fact that I would leave her sooner or later."
"So, she left first?" Misha said angrily, "If you don't even have this courage, then this woman is not worthy of staying by your side! It's okay to leave in peace!"
After saying that, Misha frowned solemnly.
But the problem is that she is back now, which is a bit of a headache. Although An Rong looks vicious on the surface, he is actually a very injured person! Misha thought about it and became worried again.
Suddenly, she sneezed.
An Rong took a look and immediately pulled her out of the bathroom, "Find something to wear. I'm going out first."
Misha suddenly stopped him, "Do you want to see me if you have anything to do?"
An Rong stood there and shook his head, "I just wanted to take a look."
Misha's heart trembled slightly, why could she always see the care he showed inadvertently?
Did she think too much?
But such concern should not belong to him.
An Rong walked out of her room. Misha changed clothes absentmindedly and dried her hair. She looked at her slightly haggard self in the mirror, holding her chin in her hands and staring blankly.
Amyotrophic lateral sclerosis…
She stood up quickly, got the computer, and wanted to think about it, what kind of disease was this?
When she saw the results, her eyes froze and she could not leave the page for a long time.
Amyotrophic lateral sclerosis, also known as amyotrophic lateral sclerosis, or als for short, is a progressive and fatal neurodegenerative disease... It affects the upper motor nerves, and also affects the lower motor nerves, trunk, and limbs...
…
There is currently no effective treatment.
Misha put down the computer and thought of An Rong's pain every time she got sick. It was difficult to even stand up. Her heart felt like it was being pulled by an invisible hand. It felt a bit dull and heavy. In short, it was very uncomfortable.
Comfortable.
She thought for a moment, then stood up immediately, opened the door and went out.
When she came to Yu Yi's door, she took a few photos and said, "Yu Yi?"
"Oh, here we come!" Yu Yi hurriedly opened the door, "Sister Sha, what's going on?"
Misha spread her hands and said, "Mobile phone!"
Yu Yi took out his phone and said, "Sister Sha, who do you want to call?"
Misha ignored him, took the phone, returned to her room, and then dialed Ito's phone.
Ito's voice came immediately from the other end, "Misha! You heartless girl, I have hurt you for so long in vain, why are you calling me now? Are you deliberately trying to kill me?"
Misha didn't even bother to be polite to him, and said directly, "Ito, I want to find Visa."
"Looking for him?" Ito asked doubtfully, "Why are you looking for him?"
"Stop talking nonsense, I need to see him for something, please give him the phone number quickly."
"Okay, just wait a moment."
After a while, Visa's cold voice came over the phone, "You'd better be really in trouble."
Misha immediately asked, "Visa, do you know about amyotrophic lateral sclerosis?"
Visa responded, "I know."
"Great! Can you heal me?"
Visa admitted, “I have never been in contact with it.”
Misha immediately said, "Visa, can you study it?"
Visa paused for a moment and asked slowly, "Why should I help you save An Rong?"
As soon as he spoke, Misha was stunned, "You...you know?"
Visa did not explain how he learned about An Rong's illness, but continued with a cold attitude, "Other people's affairs have nothing to do with me. I don't have the kindness." After saying that, he threw the phone directly to Ito, who answered it.
He came over and said in a more serious tone, "Misha, are you really looking for Visa for peace of mind?"
Misha was silent for a long time before saying, "Ito, I want to save him."
Ito was also a little stagnant, "Misha...are you..."
Knowing what he wanted to ask, Misha pursed her thin lips and said softly, "I don't know, I just... want to save him."
Ito stopped talking, maybe he didn't know what to say.
"Ito, can you help me?" Misha looked a little helpless, "Think about Xi Cen's appearance at that time, and you can know how much pain An Rong is suffering. I understand that he is still our enemy now.
, but...he saved me and helped me, I can't just watch him turn into a useless person little by little."