Suddenly stopping in front of a telephone pole, Ning Xiaotong looked up blankly at the street lamp above her head, which was emitting a faint yellow light through the heavy mist.
Once upon a time, the light emitted by this lamp was so warm and cozy, but now, it stands alone in the rain curtain, accepting the wind and rain, telling the story of loneliness.
There was a crossroads ahead, and Ning Xiaotong stood in the middle of the road at a loss, not knowing which road was the direction she should take.
The villa is close to the suburbs. On a heavy rainy day, you can't even see a car, let alone anyone walking out in the early morning and late at night.
The silky black hair was stuck in strands due to standing in the water, sticking tightly to her cheeks and neck.
The thin figure staggered, as if it could not find the light to move forward, moving its steps in a daze, walking in one direction numbly.
One step, another step...
The next morning, the headline news in City A reported:
Last night, there was a sudden heavy rain in City A, and the temperature dropped sharply. In some areas, the drop was as high as ten degrees. Many night walkers were trapped in the rain and called 120 for help.
The man who was having breakfast in the mountainside villa was shocked when he saw the news.
Zhao Ma, who was standing behind her, sighed and said intentionally or unintentionally: "Xiaotong didn't come home last night..."
My body ached again.
Only this time, it's not the head, but the heart.
…
My head felt dizzy, and my body seemed to be filled with lead. Every time I moved, I felt bursts of pain in my joints.
Ning Xiaotong faintly opened her eyes, and when she saw it, the ceiling above her head was all white. Ning Xiaotong had the illusion that she had returned to the room where they had sat in the half-length villa, as if everything they had experienced before was just a dream.
Dream.
But the next second, Ning Xiaotong was disappointed again.
The air in the room in the Mid-Levels Villa was filled with the good smell of his body, so how could there be such a strong smell of disinfectant? Moreover, there was an intravenous drip on the back of her hand.
The clear black and white eyes were as calm as a pool of stagnant water, without any life in them.
At this time, a tall figure turned around from the window and put the cell phone he had just finished making into his pocket.
When she saw the man's face, Ning Xiaotong's eyes changed slightly, and returned to calm the next second.
"Luo Yunfan, it's you."
A sunny smile appeared on that handsome face, and he touched Ning Xiaotong's forehead. When he saw that the fever was gone, he breathed a sigh of relief, "You finally woke up, but you shocked me. If you don't
If I wake up, I don’t know what to do.”
"Why am I here?" My throat was burning, and every syllable I uttered seemed to pop out of my lungs.
Seeing that Ning Xiaotong was finally willing to speak, Luo Yunfan's tense heart was completely relieved, "Last time you asked me to invite you to dinner, I waited impatiently, but in the end I didn't even have the slightest contact with you."
"Then I went back to City H. This time I came all night because there was a problem with a project in City A that urgently needed me to deal with. As soon as I drove to the middle of the road, a man suddenly rushed out from the road next to me and scared me.
A jump."
Luo Yunfan was still a little scared when he said this, "You don't know, but fortunately my driving skills are not bad and I stopped the car in time, otherwise you would really be the ghost under my car."
"However, I was just lucky that I stopped the car and there was no accident. Then you lay down on the ground in front of my car. I was stunned at that time. You obviously didn't hit me. I thought it was a collision."