There will always be some things that will make people sleepless, there will always be such a person to accompany themselves to piece together those helplessness, and there will always be such a person who involves the heartache of the past.

There may not be too many things that can't be forgotten, it may just be that loneliness makes her emotions fragile, lost, sad, these are normal emotions she doesn't feel much, perhaps, she is really abnormal, just keep pretending, running in the sun like a normal person.

She felt like a vampire, only fit to walk in the dark, but in order to cater to the current, she went out into broad daylight, showing her wounds in the sun, festering herself into mud, and piecing it together in the night.

She remembered a lot of things, typed a lot of words and deleted them, and finally pitifully restored a few words to Liang Jinglu, "I'm sick", and then stretched out her hand and took a photo of the back of her hand with almost nowhere to put a needle.

Just to win deeper sympathy, although I feel a little bad, but when I look at the words "sent successfully", I feel a little happy.

When she put her phone down, she closed her eyes and smiled, as if carefree. In fact, the mood is not bad, but it is so quiet that it makes her easy to be in a daze.

"What's wrong?" Just when she didn't know how many times she turned over, Fang Zeyu walked over and dimmed the lights that weren't so bright.

Xia He came back to her senses, Zheng Ran had already left at some point in her daze, she didn't ask Fang Zeyu who was taking care of her during the time she had fainted, anyway, Fang Zeyu didn't care about it, and she didn't care.

Fortunately, her life is not in a hurry, and the process of each stage is quite interesting, and even a little exciting.

"It hurts a little. Xia He replied honestly.

There is nothing to hide, and even if you hide it, will you not be able to do it, and can you take care of them if you hide it? The person who needs to care most now is yourself, isn't it?

Fang Zeyu took off his coat and threw it on the bedside table, then sat on the edge of the bed, glanced at the person who was not so in good spirits, and ripped off his tie. Nuancai Literature Network

"Move in. Fang Zeyu pointed to a pillow next to him.

This bed that was temporarily converted into a hospital bed was not small, although it was only Xia He alone, but two pillows were prepared.

Xia He quietly watched him lift the corner of the quilt, watched him lie down next to him, watched him lift himself, and then hugged him in his arms.

The smell of medicine was very strong, and Xia He himself was a little disgusted, but Fang Zeyu didn't frown as if he didn't smell it, he calmly hugged Xia He, and freed up a hand to comfort her.

She just said a word, he didn't ask, he acted directly, and it was a bit false to say that he was not moved, but she understood what was between the two.

They are in strange people, strange streets, but their backs are sure of each other at a glance, and their breaths are slowly blending together with the warm breeze. Although they were their own things, they were close that day, and she was used to hugging each other.

In a life of misfortune, separated by a labyrinthine block, many feelings are silent, transcending boundaries and spreading between the two.

"Are you better?" Fang Zeyu glanced down at her, and his deep voice swept over Xia He's ears with a warm breath, tickling.

"Well, it's better. Xia He also replied seriously.

Fang Zeyu raised his hand, pinched her face, and gently touched the wound at the corner of his mouth: "It's all thin, and it's hard to grow flesh." ”

Xia He grabbed his hand, and then buried his face in his palm, there was no nervous blush, no rapidly rising heartbeat, the two of them lay quietly, as if the hot kiss was still there.