After Qin Yue went out, Li Xuancai sat next to Qin Minglang's hospital bed and reached out to touch it. The fever had subsided.
Li slowly breathed a sigh of relief, and then whispered:
"clear
"I have also thought that we can stay by each other's side and give each other the last bit of warmth, but in the end, what I think is just a thought and cannot be realized.
"I can not be reconciled
"It is said that women nowadays are intellectual women who can support themselves and live a wonderful life. However, I am not the same!"
"I'm not worse than them, but it's infuriating to compare one person to another!"
"Sometimes, for some things, it's like this. If you pay, you may not get anything in return, but if you want to get something in return, you have to double your efforts.
"Mingming, you and I both know this. I may not be able to see you again in the future. You have to be well."
"Shasha said, you are going abroad. That's great. Go to school hard. Look at me, I have never gone to school even if I want to. Mingming, you are really outstanding!"
"There are so many women surrounding you. I believe there will be someone better, at least, someone better than me."
Li slowly looked at Qin Minglang's almost lifeless face, and his heart twitched subconsciously.
Qin Minglang in his memory is so full of life.
So domineering.
He always looks at himself with a deep smile, lighting a cigarette in his hand that seems to never burn out, and the smoke curls up in the air.
Everything like that makes for a beautiful picture.
A unique picture belonging to Qin Minglang.
No one can replace, no one can imitate!
Li slowly stood up for a long time. If Qin Minglang hadn't been breathing, she would have thought that the person lying in front of her was a corpse.
Li slowly pursed his white lips, making himself look somewhat natural and graceful, gradually turning into a sad atmosphere.-=