He loved her so much, so much that he couldn't help himself, so much that he was willing to sacrifice his life to save her, so much that he had no regrets, and so much that it hurt his heart and lungs.
Qingting's heart trembled slightly, and her eyes felt slightly hot.
"Why are you so stupid? I'm just an ordinary woman. I'm not worthy of what you do. I can't even give you what you want most."
She owes him so many things that she will never be able to repay them in her lifetime.
"I don't want it anymore." He closed his eyes and stopped looking at the world. His face was full of depression and pain, "Ye Qingting, congratulations on getting rid of a big trouble."
The heavy and helpless tone was so sad and compassionate.
Qingting looked at him blankly for a long time. His eyelashes trembled slightly but he did not open his eyes.
A wave of hot blood welled up from the bottom of her heart, and she shouted softly, "Shut up, lie down, and I will help you look at the wound."
He was like a tom cat whose tail had been stepped on, his face changed drastically, and he glared at her fiercely, "No, get out."
This is the wound that he least wants to show to others, especially in front of the woman he loves, absolutely not.
He hopes to always be the most perfect in her eyes.
Qingting frowned, rushed over and hugged his leg roughly, and used one hand to lift the quilt covering it.
Leng Zhongyu struggled hard, but his legs were too weak to avoid it, and his eyes were red with anxiety.
Qingting carefully lifted up the quilt. His legs were tightly wrapped in white gauze and could not be seen at all. "Don't move around. Are you bothered?"
Her strength and dominance exploded at this moment.
Leng Zhongyu hates and loves her at the same time, why is it so troublesome? "Ye Qingting, please, let me retain some self-respect, okay?"
Qingting hugged his legs and refused to let go, "No, self-esteem is useless? Living well is the key. Do you feel it?"
She hesitated and poked his leg gently, but there was no reaction under the gauze.
He shook his head silently with a sad expression. If she had been so proactive, he would have been excited and excited.
But at this moment, he wished he could just die.
Her eyes darkened and her heart ached, "It doesn't matter, the doctor said, there is still a chance of recovery. As long as you keep exercising, you may get better one day."
She asked clearly, not completely desperate.
Leng Zhongyu showed a smile that was uglier than crying, "The possibility is only ten percent."
His bright and splendid life had just begun, but did it end so bleakly?
Qingting had never seen such a decadent side of him before, and his heart felt like being pricked by needles, "That's also hope, Leng Zhongyu, be strong, don't let me look down on you."
She was very upset. She originally wanted to comfort him, but when her words came to her lips, her taste changed.
He couldn't help but smile bitterly, "Your comfort is really special. Let's go, ignore me, and don't bother me. Let me fend for myself."
His head was buried in the quilt, not wanting her to see how miserable he was.
She stared at him blankly and stood still. After a long time, she suddenly said, "If you can stand up again, I will promise to marry you."
He raised his head sharply, his eyes full of disbelief, "What did you say? Say it again."
Qingting took a deep breath and said, "My husband must be a man who is upright and upright, able to hold up the sky for me and carry the ups and downs of the world for me."
Leng Zhongyu's eyes sparkled, igniting a layer of fanatical flames, "Are you serious?"