After sweating a lot, Xu Xia's high fever gradually subsided and she slept more peacefully.
After testing her body temperature several times with his forehead, Leng Zirui felt relieved until her forehead was slightly moist and cool. He noticed the sketchbook that had just been casually placed on the table, and Leng Zirui took it over in confusion.
Xu Xia often carries a notebook and pen in her schoolbag so that she can jot down lyrics or music whenever she thinks of them.
He just thought it was her notebook, took it over and looked through it, and when he opened the first page, it turned out to be a sketch of Xu Xia.
She raised her face and looked at the sky, her long hair was blown up by the wind, and her posture was extremely light and elegant.
When is this...?
Leng Zirui quickly noticed the date below.
"September 28, 20XX, New York"
The time was already four years ago.
He turned to the second page.
This time it was a sketch of an architecture, the next few were of buildings, and some were design sketches.
Seeing this, Leng Zirui had already guessed who the owner of this sketchbook might be.
Xu Xia
Then Xu Xia appeared again.
In this picture, Xu Xia is holding a microphone and seems to be on the stage.
"January 20, 20XX, Tokyo Music Festival."
…
Leng Zirui looked through the sketches one by one, and soon turned to the previous page that Xu Xia tore off. On that page, it was still Xu Xia. She was standing in the corner of the elevator with her face half-downcast, although it was just
The sketch is very expressive, and he looks helpless and aggrieved, which makes people feel bad.
Without looking at the date, Leng Zirui had already recognized that it was Xu Xia when he was in Rome.
Sure enough, the date below was exactly a few days ago, that is, the day after the night he spent with her as ROY.
He continued to turn back, and there was a missing page. The next page showed Xu Xia, who was covered in scars and fell to the ground. This one should be her fighting with some little girls in the Rome police station.
The way it looks after.
It has to be said that Shangguan Feng's writing power is really extraordinary. Although it is just a simple pencil sketch, it can vividly express the scene at that time, especially the characters.
Xu Xia's clothes were disheveled and her hair was messy, but she held her right hand tightly, making even Leng Zirui feel a sore nose.
Without continuing to look, he raised his hand, held Xu Xia's palm outside the quilt, and looked at her pale face, which was full of love.
This girl has never had a good life since she followed him.
On the pillow, Xu Xia had already slowly woken up.
Opening her eyes and looking at Leng Zirui in front of her, she raised her eyebrows slightly, and then blinked hard.
"Don't blink. I'm serious. If you don't believe me, just touch it."
Leng Zirui saw her thoughts, took her cold hands and put them against his face.
Xu Xia caressed his face gently, with joy in her heart and eyes, "When did you come back?"
"Afternoon." Leng Zirui raised a pillow to help her adjust, "Are you hungry?"
Xu Xia shook her head gently.
"Then I'll pour you some hot water." Leng Zirui took her palm and kissed the back of her hand. Then he stood up and poured her a glass of water. He adjusted the temperature to just right. He didn't find a straw, so he carefully
Lift her over, put the cup to her mouth and feed her a drink.
Because he arrived in a hurry, he only wore a black vest, and the injuries on his arms were exposed.
Xu Xia took a sip of water, saw the injury on his arm, and just frowned in distress, "You're injured again, is it serious?"
