"I...that's great." A drop of liquid fell from the corner of Xiao Ai's eyes.
"What's good?" Wubai asked in a low voice. His voice was nice and gentle.
"I prayed to God not to let me wake up from the dream, and he really kept me immersed in the dream. It's so good. That's it. It's so good." She opened her eyes and saw him sleeping in front of the hospital bed. Xiao Ai felt that she
Must still be in the dream.
"Fool." Wubai heard her words and his throat choked: "You are not dreaming."
"I'm dreaming." Xiao Ai said firmly: "Because you haven't looked at me with such gentle eyes for a long time. Only in my dreams will you talk to me in such a soft voice."
In the real world, when he sees her, he won't give her a good look. He always has a look of disgust, a very irritable expression, a very unbored state, and says that she has changed and has become completely unlovable.
Xiao Ai doesn't know where she has changed. She has never changed. She only longs for him to treat her like before, but the response to her is always disappointment, disappointment, and more and more disappointment...
"Xiao Ai." Wubai grabbed her hand, stared into her eyes, and called her name. He didn't know what to say next.
The two people looked at each other in silence for a few seconds.
Wubai sighed, kissed her face again, and said with difficulty: "I'm sorry, it's my fault! I didn't take good care of you, and you got hurt!"
"Xiao Ai..." He called her name again and was silent for a while: "I thought about it for a long time last night. During this period, I was too bad!"
"I think you are so annoying. You always suspect me of doing some shameful things behind your back. I think you are different from before, like a suspicious lunatic. I thought for a time that we had fallen behind and could never live together anymore.
Because I can't feel happy, and you can't feel happy either, but I was annoyed to death for a long time last night. I tried to think about the problem from your perspective. I may not fully understand your mood, but I will still...still can
I understand your uneasiness. Maybe as you said, you may be too dependent on me, too courteous to me, and treat me as the whole world, so you have no sense of security. If I don’t give you a sense of security, you will make some concessions.
I find it very unappetizing.”
"Xiao Ai, I will be more considerate of you in the future and tell you wherever I go that we won't have any trouble." He leaned down and hugged her.
Xiao Ai moved tentatively, but Wu Bai didn't say anything. He just hugged her tighter and said, "Don't be sad, I don't want you."
Xiao Ai's tears kept rolling. She was not sure whether this was a dream or not. His heartbeat was so strong and powerful, pounding against her little heart.
"Am I really not dreaming?" Xiao Ai looked up at the ceiling.
Her hands touched Wubai's hair, which was a little prickly, but she couldn't bear to let go.
Wubai whispered in her ear: "I'm sorry."
Xiao Ai couldn't control her emotions. She was sure that this was not a dream. When Wubai spoke, his breath sprayed on her ears, and the sensitive nerves caused waves of electric current in her body.
"Five hundred? Really...really?"
"I'm sorry, my Xiao Ai."
He didn't know what other words he could say to appease her. In fact, his words were very pale. Seeing her so weak and pitiful, he surrendered, surrendered voluntarily. There was no such thing as anything in this world.
The only men and women who go down are those who don't want to continue living.