The most struggling period has passed, and the micro-life has entered a state of numbness. What he eats and drinks, washes and sleeps are all mechanical actions, and his sky turns from dark to gray in order to live for the sake of living. Everyone is waiting for the moment when white comes.

Turn off the light, Weisheng Rongmian closed his eyes, he didn't care if he fell asleep, all he had to do was to execute the password of "sleep". It was one o'clock in the morning, and he was still awake.

It's been so long, and not a single tear has fallen, and he's also weird.

The tears have dried up before they have been shed, is this a kind of sadness?

There was movement outside the door, very light and hesitant, Wei Sheng Rongmian opened his eyes and looked over there.

It's Li Quexin.

During this time, she rarely spoke, and she didn't interject when others discussed, most of the time she just watched Wei Sheng Rongmian and observed him.

Li Qixin looked at his face through the moonlight when he walked to the bedside, and found that he was startled when he was awake, but quickly regained his composure.

She lifted the corner of the quilt and slipped in, just as he had slipped into her room in the middle of the night and slept with her feverish for the night. Her head rested on his chest, listening to his heartbeat, which seemed to be less powerful.

"Squish, go back to sleep. Wei Sheng Rongmian opened his mouth in a hoarse voice, it was hard to hear, like a devil who had been sleeping for a long time and had regained his breath.

It's rare for her to take the initiative, and he refuses people for thousands of miles.

"I can't sleep......" Li Quexin didn't listen to him, still stubbornly curled up against him.

After a moment of silence, his heartbeat finally changed a little, and then he said with difficulty, "Soft is right, I'm useless." ”

It was in the infirmary that she scolded him.

At this moment, she was very distressed.

Strive to be defeated in the face of power. "ELITE" lost to "STRATEGY", and he lost miserably, because he was too naïve.

At the cost of Qin Luluo's death, the power struggle gave Weisheng Rongmian the most special Chengren gift.

He has a weakness, he is pinched, insulted, and annihilated.

And they have it, but he hurts the most fur and can't move his muscles and bones.

Li Quexin climbed up, propped himself up and looked down at him below, "Am I my brother's weakness?"

He looked at her, silent.

"I'll go where you go. If you want to go back, I'll accompany you. My brother will protect me, right?"

People have 10 million reasons to live, whether it is fame or fortune or feelings, and what is the purpose of living at this moment? He was thinking about this, in the first eighteen years, he was to protect Qin Luluo, to fight for a breath, so now?

Qin Luluo died.

The ability he once prided himself on was vulnerable in the face of scheming, and this breath was half gone.

He desperately needs a reason, and he needs a reason besides revenge.

Li Quexin looked at the struggle in his eyes, and his heart was also terrified. Her hand slowly caressed his face, and she kissed him firmly, following his example.

The girl was braver than he imagined, not shallow, but kissed him deeply, with strength and warmth.

Gradually, his face rose to temperature, no longer cold. Weisheng Rongmian tried to hug her, getting tighter and tighter, and let her mess around with her as she wanted.

Until she was tired, gasped and left his lips, held his face, and said word by word: "I will always be with you." ”

His eyes turned red all of a sudden, and he rolled over and trapped her under him with the strength pouring in from nowhere. Kisses, dense kisses, as if only this trace of warmth can bring him hope of life.

Finally, with a hot tear falling on her, Wei Sheng Rongmian stopped this kissing feast, and fell on him, buried his head in front of her, and sobbed in a low voice.

There were tears in the corners of Li Qixin's eyes, she pulled the quilt over the two of them, hugged him tightly, and her fingertips ran through his hair, acquiescing to all his madness and all his fragility.

From sobbing to crying, like a beast abandoned by his parents in adulthood, crying and whimpering like a coquettish for the last time, shouting "Mom" and "soft" indiscriminately......

This was the only time in Li Qixin's life that he had witnessed his vulnerability, and he never gave her a chance again. She knew that her teenager was gone.

She had seen two fires in her life.

Once in a small mountain village, once in a two-story building.

The first fire burned the young man's grievances and grievances, and he was full of spirit.

The second fire is a man's ruthless and ruthless heart.

The souls trapped in the two-story small building are not only Qin Luluo, but also Qin Jinglang.

After that, the rest of his life is a micro-sleep.

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