With a smile on her face, she interrupted Zhuo Ruinian's words again.
The pain in her eyes was deeply buried by her.
"Right..."
She opened her mouth, trying to change the subject, but when the words came to her lips, they were stuck in her throat and she couldn't say anything.
She frowned and pursed her lips tightly. It took a lot of effort to find some energy to ask the following question——
"A...Ah Cheng was looking for...did you find it?"
Her hands unconsciously grasped the sheets, and her body still trembled slightly.
Zhuo Ruinian saw all this but could do nothing.
"The search and rescue team is still looking for him and has found him."
Having said this, he paused, reached out and patted Ji Ran's shoulder comfortingly, and said, "There is no news, so maybe it's not a bad thing. Maybe, he was rescued."
"Um."
Ji Ran nodded and did not refute Zhuo Ruinian's words.
Knowing that he meant to comfort her, she didn't want to betray his kindness and tried her best to calm down her emotions, not wanting Zhuo Ruinian to worry about her.
The person she felt most sorry for was him.
He has been by her side for six years, protected her for six years, but she has never been able to leave a place for him in her heart, and now, it is even more impossible.
Therefore, the only thing she can do is not to let him worry about her.
"I believe he will be fine. He is a liar, a big liar. He has lied to me so many times. He must have lied to me this time. He will be fine."
Her eyes were red uncontrollably, and tears were rolling in her eyes.
The white soft beach, the deep blue sea, the sea breeze blowing the waves, and the sun shining on the sea are incredibly beautiful.
On the edge of the beach, there is a mahogany deck chair and a white shirt. The man's handsome features look particularly dazzling in the sun.
He held a drawing board in his hand and a pencil in his right hand, drawing something on the drawing board.
He frowned and looked at the crashing waves without saying a word, his deep eyes sometimes dimming and sometimes brightening.
After a while, he withdrew his gaze from the sea and stayed on the drawing board in front of him.
There were several pieces of paper sandwiched on the drawing board, and there was a painting on each paper. He looked at the painting in front of him, his brows tightening more and more.
He closed his eyes and tried hard to regain his memory about the owner of the painting. Various fragments flashed by, but he couldn't put them together at all.
"Who is this woman?"
He kept his voice hoarse, looked at the paintings on the drawing board, and murmured in a low voice.
He had been drawing this woman for several days. Ever since he woke up from a coma, this was the only face that flashed through his mind.
Every day, this face flashes through his mind repeatedly.
The place where he is now is on a small island in the western United States with a population of less than 100,000. I heard from the people on the island that they went fishing half a month ago and saw him floating motionless on the water.
I thought he would definitely die, but I didn't expect that he was rescued.
It has been half a month since he woke up, and he sits on the beach like this every day, watching the sunrise and sunset without saying a word.
There is a face that repeats in his mind every day. That face is full of despair and pain. Every time he thinks of it, his heart will feel unspeakable pain.