Little Hughes' hand was hanging down weakly. He moved, and the hand dropped down even more weakly.
Gong Zihua's throat rose and fell twice, and she stared at him fiercely: "I told you to let go, but you didn't listen, don't blame me!"
Little Hughes said calmly: "I don't want to let go, even if you break my hand, I don't want to let go."
Gong Zihua's heart tightened.
"But Ah Che," Xiao Xiusi looked at him deeply, "I'm afraid that if I tighten the belt too tightly, you will feel uncomfortable."
"..."
"I don't want you to suffer."
Gong Zihua laughed sarcastically: "I don't want you to provoke me all the time? Then get out!"
Little Hughes looked at him, still expressionless, his eyes as heavy as the deepest sea. Then he let out an inaudible sigh and closed his eyes. He didn't wake up again until midnight.
Gong Zihua froze on the sofa for several hours. He forgot when he fell asleep and woke up suddenly.
Looking at the clock, he had only slept for ten minutes, but it seemed like a long time had passed...
Gong Zihua's eyelids were thick, and she kept falling asleep and waking up again and again.
Every dream left him gasping for breath, with cold sweat on his forehead, but when he woke up and recalled it, he couldn't remember any of it.
Panic, my whole body was filled with panic that I had never experienced before.
On the big bed, little Hughes maintained the same position he had before closing his eyes, with his body half leaning on the pillow, one hand hanging down, and his long eyelashes casting shadows, like a plaster statue that would never move again.
In the morning, when the sky dimmed, Gong Zihua opened the terrace door to welcome the first ray of sunshine.
How long has it been since he woke up so early and saw the sunrise?
Gong Zihua faced the sunrise and seemed to see thousands of morning rays shining through the trees on the island.
Gong Zihua suddenly felt something in his eyes. He pressed it with his hand, and warm water flowed out. He must have been looking at the sun for too long, so it must have been dazzling.
Standing in front of the bed, he reached out and picked up the broken hand of little Hughes. It was as soft as if there were no bones.
Gong Zihua's eyes became foggy: "I'm sorry."
No response, maybe... there will never be a response again.
At around 9 o'clock, Lin Jiayi came and knocked on the door, and Gong Zihua realized that he had been standing in front of the bed for several hours, and his whole body was sore and painful. Before leaving, he glanced at the bed... Little Hughes hadn't moved at all.
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On this day, Miyako Hua lost her soul and was in various situations one after another.
Even Lin Jiayi noticed something was wrong with him and repeatedly asked him if something had happened.
Apart from being tough-talking and being stubborn, Gong Zihua's mind is completely blank.
Feeling confused and confused, he rubbed his head and attributed this situation to the fact that he didn't sleep well last night, so it was difficult to concentrate.
Suddenly the lights in the restaurant dimmed and the soothing music changed to happy birthday.
"Xiaohan, happy birthday."
The voice of congratulations came from the seat next door, and the waiter pushed the cake dining cart over. There was a circle of fairy sticks inserted around the dining cart, sparks flickered, and the candles on the cake were warm.
Gong Zihua turned her head stiffly and followed the movement of the cake cart.
"What's the matter? Do you want to eat cake too?" Lin Jiayi asked thoughtfully.
Miyako Hua suddenly came to her senses, and then she realized that she was having dinner in a warm French restaurant with tableware in hand and napkin spread out. It was already dark, and she could see the dimly lit street outside the glass showcase.