"Xiaoxiao, what's wrong with you, is there something uncomfortable?" Cheng Lie held one of Tang Xiao's hands and asked nervously.

Tang Xiao tried hard to open her eyes, and in her hazy sight was the man's handsome face, her heart was warm, but it hurt, because she saw the wrinkled crease between the man's eyebrows, and couldn't help but think that Cheng Lie didn't know how much time and effort he had put in to take care of her during this time. She was like a big burden, always dragging him down.

Sick people are always extremely fragile, Tang Xiao thought like this, her eyes couldn't help but burst into tears, she stared at Cheng Lie stupidly, and said uncomfortably: "I'm really sorry, Lie, I always cause you trouble...... I'm sorry, if only I could be a little smarter, a little healthier......"

"Stupid," Cheng Lie looked at her tenderly, and sneered, "You're not smart enough and capable enough to be healthy enough? Get better soon, you're the best woman in the world. ”

Tang Xiao felt that her head was very heavy, her mouth was very dry, and it was a little difficult to breathe, she didn't know what was going on, and suddenly she seemed to have been knocked down by someone with a hammer, these days, isn't she trying to get better? Why did she suddenly feel uncomfortable, she thought pessimistically, could it be that her illness has not improved at all, and it seems that it is just an illusion that it is getting better and better?

What if these scattered injuries on her body don't heal? She knows that many places on her body are slowly scarring now, although Cheng Lie always comforts her and says that she will use the best medicine and will definitely leave no traces in the future, but how can it be, she will definitely become ugly in the future, right?

She was in a lot of pain in her heart, and her whole person fell into the quagmire of melancholy, a pair of big misty eyes looked at Cheng Lie in front of her motionlessly, wanting to say something, but her throat seemed to be blocked by someone with a smelly, dry and hard rag. She was speechless.

Cheng Lie waited quietly, Tang Xiao was very anxious, but he still couldn't speak, he saw the anxiety in her eyes, smiled slightly, and leaned over to kiss her dry lips.

Abroad, in a private sanatorium on the island, on the terrace of a villa facing the sea, Pei Yuansheng sat quietly in a wheelchair in a pure white Japanese-style nightgown.

His face was so pale that it was almost transparent, his black and slightly long hair covered his eyes, and his emaciated face was handsome and delicate, but it seemed to be a little thinner, showing a shocking beauty, making people feel that this person was as light as a wisp of smoke, which would dissipate when the wind blew it.

There was a deep loneliness in those dark gray eyes that were full of ink, and he looked at the deep and shallow blue sea in the distance, his gaze was unfocused, as if he was looking at something else through the sea.

"The love is separated by mountains and seas, and mountains and seas cannot ......be peaceful," he said silently in his heart, and a self-deprecating smile appeared on his pale and elegant lips.

The salty sea breeze blew from the distant sea, raising his hair and sleeves, and the pair of depressed and lonely eyes, as well as the thin wrists hidden in the sleeves, all made people feel infinite regret.

If such a person were not so thin and emaciated, how beautiful and astonishing would he be?

"Ahem......" Perhaps the wind blowing from afar was too wet and cold, which made his throat itch, and he couldn't help but cough lightly with his hands over his lips.

He tried to stop coughing as soon as possible, but he couldn't stop it, and the itch in his throat drove him to cough constantly, as if he had to cough something to end.

"Ahem...... Ahem...... Ahem, cough, cough, ......cough, cough became more and more intense, forcing him to hang his head and curl his back slightly.

The extremely emaciated body showed a sharp and frightening arc in the wide nightgown, but it had a poetic beauty like a gongbi painting, and Jin Xiaoyi, dressed in a white Chanel suit and with neat hair in a bun, stood in the distance and stared quietly, although she had already tightened her heart for this person, she did not step forward.

These days, she's used to it.

There were even several times when he was reading or talking, and he suddenly lost consciousness. The first time she experienced something like this, Jin Xiaoyi panicked, thinking that he would die, but every time, he would reopen his eyes in intensive care.

How long can he live? Jin Xiaoyi once asked Pei Yuansheng's attending doctor with tears in her eyes. The answer is that no one knows how long he will live, perhaps, only God knows.

Jin Xiaoyi followed Pei Yuansheng's side, but she was not anyone of his, not a lover, not a wife, not a relative-she was not qualified to force him to undergo heart exchange surgery immediately, she was not qualified to order him to lie down in bed and rest, she didn't even dare to step forward immediately when he was in pain, just because he didn't like to be seen when he was in pain and fragility.

Is he lonely? Of course lonely. Through the observation during this time, Jin Xiaoyi has a deeper understanding of the person in front of her than before.

He had family, friends, and countless women who loved him, longed to be his wife or lover, or just had a night with him, but he would never allow them to come near him.

He was so stubborn, so proud, like a high king, sealing himself in a fortress of absolute safety, looking down on all beings with indifference and loneliness, and he did not want to be known to anyone, even if he died.

Does she love him? Of course she loves him. She believed that there was no woman in this world who loved him more than her, even if he was so thin and depressed, even if he might die at that moment, she would still love him.

Her love for him only increases, but what is the use of her loving him?

One-way love will not play any role, she is not enough to be the motivation for him to cheer up and cherish his life. She couldn't make him happy. Even if she is willing to take out her heart and give it to him whenever he needs it.

Her love touched herself, and she imagined that she had died for him countless times, only to live happily and happily for the rest of his life, and only to have her heart healthy and powerful to leap in his chest. She is willing to achieve his glorious life, because in her eyes, he is so perfect, so good, he deserves to live well.

It's just that no matter how strong and fiery the love is, it can't move the person she loves, and everything is just in vain.

On the terrace, Pei Yuansheng coughed even more, and she vaguely saw red liquid dripping down his palm, and the red color deeply stinged her eyes.

Her vision blurred, her nails digging deep into her palms, tears sliding down her cheeks, "popping", hot tears dripping onto the white collar, and the blood donation in his palm fell on his pure white nightgown.

Perhaps he had finally coughed up the blood that had been clogging up his chest, and his heart-rending cough finally stopped briefly.

The emaciated body trembled slightly, but quickly, sat up straight in the wheelchair. His back was erect like a green pine, and his long, thin fingers tightly grasped the armrests on both sides of the wheelchair, as if he had exhausted all his strength, supporting himself to be able to maintain his dignity as a human being, and sit there decently and still in silence.

Jin Xiaoyi stretched out her hand to wipe the tears from her face, pulled her hair again, and took a picture of a mirrored wall on her right-hand side, making sure that there was no trace of crying on her face at all, so she walked slowly towards Pei Yuansheng on the terrace with a dignified demeanor.

"Mr. Pei, it's time for lunch. She speaks clearly, without emotion, and even has a perfectly reserved smile on her face, and she is a very qualified personal assistant in every way.

Of course, her gaze inevitably fell on his pale face, and on the pale lips stained with a touch of blood, and he still stared at the side face in the distance so beautiful, she couldn't even describe in words, what a beautiful face this man who was close in front of her but out of reach.

"I'm not hungry. As he spoke, his eyes fell on the blood-stained placket of his shirt, his long eyebrows furrowed slightly, and he immediately covered it without a trace, but he didn't know that the blood stains on the placket had already fallen on her eyes, and he didn't want her to know, so she pretended not to see it.

Jin Xiaoyi pursed her red lips and said in a softened voice: "Today's lunch is made by Chef Bob......

"Sorry, I don't really have much of an appetite. Pei Yuansheng turned his head sideways and showed a very shallow smile at Jin Xiaoyi, "You and Bob can eat together." ”

Jin Xiaoyi indulged in that fleeting smile, almost a little dazed, and when she came back to her senses, Pei Yuansheng had already looked at the distant sea again.

The ghost sent the gods, and for the first time in her words, there were some personal emotions: "If Mr. Pei doesn't eat, then I'll be hungry." ”

"Huh?" Pei Yuansheng looked at her a little strangely, "Why?"

Jin Xiaoyi felt a burst of despair in her heart, but a smile squeezed out of her face: "As a subordinate of Mr. Pei, I take the generous salary given by Mr. Pei, but I can't solve problems with Mr. Pei, I feel that I don't deserve to eat." ”

"Don't deserve to eat?" Pei Yuansheng raised his eyebrows amusedly, this action he did, it was a mess, Jin Xiaoyi's eyes captured his every expression, and he only felt that even his breathing was going to be still.

However, Pei Yuansheng's next sentence was: "Since you don't think you deserve it, then don't eat it." ”

Jin Xiaoyi froze: "......"

In the silence, she was embarrassed and embarrassed, her whole delicate face was dyed a bright red little by little, like drunkenness, her face was hot, and her breath was hot, which made her feel that she was wrong even to breathe, she held her breath, and almost dared not breathe.

At the same time, he secretly scolded himself in his heart, Jin Xiaoyi, Jin Xiaoyi, which onion do you think you think you have? What qualifications do you have to make fun of him, and what qualifications do you have to threaten him with skipping meals? Is it just because his attitude towards you has changed a little bit recently, that he takes himself seriously with self-righteousness?

"I'm sorry, Mr. Pei, then I'll ...... first" She whispered with a red face, intending to retreat first, but at this time, she heard his cold voice sound.

"Jin Xiaoyi, you take care of yourself. ”

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