She finally squatted down on the roadside weakly, sitting in the rain with her hands and knees, looking at the cars rushing back and forth to go home, and suddenly she felt so cold.
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Home.
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That person gave her a home, but she wanted to throw away such a home.
"Time Mirror...I'm sorry..."
She hugged her increasingly cold body and cried out.
Gradually, her head became heavier and heavier, and her body became lighter and lighter. She didn't know how much strength she could still have to support herself.
Gradually, she felt that she was going to collapse and could no longer hold up.
Until the moment when her body collapsed, a pair of strong arms stretched out from behind her and quickly took her shaky body, "Qianqian..."
It was a nervous and distressed voice, like the sound of the whole world collapsing because of her fall. She opened her eyes weakly, and what fell into her sight were the deep eyes that were once full of melancholy and loneliness.
But when he took her body, it turned into a moment of heartache, spreading in the torrential rain.
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When Qian Qianqian woke up again, she was lying in a strange room, surrounded by the familiar scent of cloves.
A diaphragm needle was inserted into her hand, her wet hair had been dried, and her clothes had been changed into a set of soft cotton pajamas.
She opened her eyes weakly and glanced around, finally catching the figure sitting on the sofa looking out the window in a daze.
His side face has a deep outline that makes everyone's heart beat, and there is also some slight sadness hidden on his face.
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"Senior?"
Her voice started to sound hoarse. She tried to get up from the bed, but found that she had no strength at all.
Yan Junhang's eyes quickly turned away from the window when he heard her voice.
He stood up and rushed towards the bed, stretched out his hands to help her up, put a pillow on her back, and then sat down on the bed.
His eyes never stopped filled with tension and worry.
"Qianqian, how do you feel?"
"I...I'm fine."
She shook her head, glanced at the diaphragm in her hand, and said to Yan Junhang: "Senior, I... What's wrong with me?"
"I want to ask you what's wrong."
He stretched out his hand, lifted the hair from her forehead, reached out and held her extremely cold hands, lowered his voice and said:
"Why are you sitting alone on the street in the rain? If I hadn't passed by, would you really have planned to lie there all day?"
There was obvious blame in his tone, but he was still distressed.
Qian Qianqian's heart tightened a little, and her eyes instantly turned red.
He looked up at Yan Junhang's deep, distressed eyes and cried helplessly, "Senior, I...I don't know what to do? I don't know..."
Seeing her suddenly crying, Yan Junhang panicked, reached out and patted her back frantically, and asked softly: "What's wrong? Is it the dean's business?"
He has been busy dealing with this matter these days. Although he didn't let Qian Qian know, he did a lot, but he still couldn't find a bone marrow that could be matched. He thought that now the only thing that could make Qian Qian cry so sadly was