On the road leading to the villa area, I rode a bicycle in the early morning under the scorching sun.

The road is not traversed by buses, either by private car, by bicycle or on foot.

Obviously, the only option in the early hours of the morning is to ride a bike.

Usually on the way to Miss Tang's house, he always rode fast, but today, he rode a little absent-mindedly.

The young man's handsome face had a tangled look - he was still young after all, and everything he thought in his heart was reflected on his face.

If it weren't for the fact that his sister had to force himself to come here, he really wouldn't want to come here again.

He didn't want to see her again, and when he saw her, he would be miserable, and he had had enough of it last night.

God knows how hard he wanted to die last night, as if only an immediate death could end all the pain.

How sweet love is, how cruel it is.

Fortunately, after last night, he survived, and he felt that he could be a person again.

But what I never expected was that my sister Xiaomei would suddenly fall and be injured-

Could it be that God was deliberately playing tricks on him?

It's like sprinkling a handful of salt on a wound that's just healed.

He could imagine that he would be uncomfortable to see her again.

But what can he do?

He couldn't refuse his sister's request, which was his sister's order to be precise.

Ling Chen sighed involuntarily.

No matter how unwilling Chen Chen was, no matter how deliberately delayed the arrival time, the familiar villa still appeared in Ling Chen's sight.

Ling Chen thought to herself, her sister called and no one answered, it was possible that Miss Tang was with her fiancé, so it was inconvenient to answer the phone.

My sister is making too much of a fuss.

All he wanted now was to wait for him to arrive, make sure she was safe, and then call back to his sister before leaving as soon as possible.

Stop your bike in front of the villa in the early hours of the morning, then stand outside and start ringing the doorbell.

Strangely, after a long time, there was still no movement in the villa.

I had to call Miss Tang again in the early morning.

After calling several times in a row, only a cold and mechanical female voice came from the other end of the phone: "I'm sorry, the call you dialed is not answered for the time being......"

Looking up at the villa in front of him in the early morning, it was only at this moment that a panicked mood arose in his heart.

Don't...... Did something really happen to her?

Otherwise, she wouldn't have been able to stay on the phone.

Ling Chen knew that she rarely went out, and it could even be said that as long as her sister and herself didn't come, she had almost no contact with outsiders, and most of the time, she stayed in the villa.

Perhaps, my sister's worries are justified.

It is unreasonable that I have not been able to get in touch since the morning.

What should he do?

Call the police?

No...... Maybe she just went out with Mr. Zhang and accidentally left her phone at home.

Wee Hours hope so.

Still, his heart could not fall.

He looked up at the second floor of the villa, the window of her bedroom.

I can't wait to look through the window to see if she's in there.

The sunlight stabbed his eyes, but he stared at the window without blinking.

Miss Tang...... Tang Mi, I don't want anything now, and I don't blame you anymore, I just hope you are safe and sound.

Only at this moment did he know that his resentment was not really resentment.

The only hope in his heart is that she will live in this world safely, healthily and healthily.

Even if she doesn't belong to him, she will never belong to him, even if he will never see her again in his life.

But as long as he knows that the woman he loves is still happy and living in this world without worrying about food and clothing, it is enough.

In the eyes of the young man who was burned by the sun, a line of crystal tears slowly flowed.

He took out his mobile phone from his backpack and dialed the number that his sister Xiaomei had called just now.

The person who answered the phone was a young man who told Ling Chen that the doctor was treating the abrasions on Xiao Mei's back, and asked Ling Chen if he needed Xiao Mei to answer the phone now, or if he could wait a little longer.

He couldn't wait any longer in the early morning, so he said to the man, "Please let my sister answer the phone immediately, immediately!"

"Okay, wait a minute. The man's voice sounded very polite.

Soon, Xiaomei's voice came from the phone: "Xiaomao, have you seen Miss Tang?"

"No, sister, I can't get in, I can't get through the phone, where are you now? I'll go find you to get a spare key!" Ling Chen said eagerly.

"I'm in the hospital right now. Xiaomei said, "Still can't get through the phone? The door is also closed? It's strange......

"Which hospital? I'll go now!" Chen Chen interrupted his sister and said anxiously, turning around to push the bicycle.

"Wait...... Early in the morning, don't worry, I remember the last time Miss Tang told me that she hid a key in the flower garden, let me think about it......" Xiaomei recalled, "It seems to be ......"

"Where is it?" Ling Chen was sweating profusely, and the hand holding the phone was shaking.

"It's underneath that champagne rose that you like the most...... Miss Tang said that maybe the spare key would never be used, so she didn't say where it was......" Xiaomei said.

"Okay, I know, sister, I'll go find ...... now," Ling Chen said, and ran quickly towards the flower garden.

He had never been so mad and so desperate to find something, as if he had gone mad, and he rummaged through the flowerbed with his hands and feet, and almost uprooted the champagne roses that were in perfect bloom.

It used to be his favorite flower, and he liked the low-key and elegant appearance of champagne roses, but now, he didn't care about them at all, and the only thought in his head was to find the key to the villa as soon as possible.

I don't know how long it took, maybe a quarter of an hour, maybe half an hour, but he finally dug up a small sandalwood box under a certain rose.

Ling Chen, who had just tried his best, suddenly found the box, and sat down on his knees in the messed up flower bed.

His hand rested on the stem of the rose on the ground, and the thorns on the rose immediately punctured his palm, and the bright red blood beads oozed out of his skin and melted into the dirt mixed with branches and petals on the ground.

Ling Chen took a deep breath and opened the small, delicately carved black sandalwood box with dirt and blood-stained hands.

With a "click", the lid of the box popped open, revealing the full view inside.

In a very small space, there is a key and a dried flower.

Ling Chen's fingers trembled and he picked up the dried flower and smelled it, and immediately smelled a faint fragrance.

It was given to her by him, and one day, while the two of them were walking in the mountains and forests, he picked up this nameless little flower from a meadow that had been blown off its branches by the wind.

She was smiling happily, saying she liked it, and pinned the flower to her head.

This little flower is stuck in the braided hair in the shape of a ball, and it is really beautiful.

He thought she had lost it when she came back that day, but she had put it in the sandalwood box with the key so preciously.

Didn't she say that she looked down on him and didn't like him at all?

So why, do it?

In the morning, his eyes were hot, and he quickly wiped away the tears in his eyes with the back of his hand, and then walked towards the door with the wooden box.

Soon, he opened the door, and when he entered the villa, he found that it was quiet, as if no one was there.

But a wonderful intuition told him that she was inside.

What's going on?

Without hesitation, Ling Chen pulled her legs and rushed upstairs to her bedroom.

Like a swift gust of wind, he came to the bedroom door in the blink of an eye.

But even at this time, he still had the hope that she might just be asleep, and reached out and knocked on the door: "Miss Tang, are you inside?"

No one responded.

I can't wait any longer in the early hours of the morning.

He reached out and twisted the doorknob - thankfully, it wasn't locked.

With a "click", the bedroom door opened.

Ling Chen didn't walk in right away, but stood in the door and looked inside.

The curtains in this bedroom have two layers, the thick one is open, and the thin layer of gauze curtains isolates the view from the outside, but it can't block the light, and the abundant and bright sunlight shines in through the curtains, illuminating everything in the room very clearly.

On the kingsize bed with rose-colored sheets, the woman is lying on the bed in a slightly distorted position that looks very unsuitable for sleeping, one hand hanging limply from the bed, the other hand extending straight towards the head of the bed, her face facing sideways out of the window, her long hair spread messily on the bed, and her body looks undressed, only scribbled with a bath towel.

The reason why I say scribbled is because this bath towel is just wrapped around her casually, and even her private parts are not completely covered.

Standing at the door in the early morning, the whole person felt like someone had punched him in the chest, and he was almost out of breath in pain.

He was even stunned, a little doubtful that he was dreaming-

This must be a dream, right?

If it wasn't a dream, why would he see it?

Why did she lie there motionless, with obvious signs of abuse?

Why did the person who hurt her just dump her here so casually, and didn't even help her cover the quilt?

He held his breath and stared blankly at her, he didn't dare to approach because he was afraid—

He was afraid that he would walk over and be confronted with a corpse that had lost its voice.

However, he eventually walked towards her.

The closer he got to see her as she was.

He clenched his fists tightly, otherwise he was afraid that he would not be able to walk in pain.

When he finally reached her, he trembled and reached out to probe her snort.

Long...... He closed his eyes and let out a long breath.

She's alive -

Despite her faint breathing, she was alive.

He tilted his head sideways, put a thin blanket on the side of her, covering her private parts, and then gently patted her face and called, "Miss Tang, wake up......"

As his hand touched the skin of her face, he felt the heat under his hand.

She had a fever.

He stared at her slightly swollen lower lip, as well as the scars on her shoulders and arms, and quickly made a judgment in his heart—

It appears that she had a fever caused by inflammation of the wound and a cold after experiencing abuse.

Is it him? Is it "Mr. Zhang"?

Why did he do this to her?

The air conditioner in the room was still on, but he left her behind, and he didn't even cover her with the quilt—

Didn't my sister say that Mr. Zhang was very good to her?

Is this how "good" he is to her?

He was good to her, why did he torture her so much and abuse her?

Anger filled the boy's chest, his eyes were red, his fists clenched tightly, and he wanted to rush over and kill the man immediately.

If it weren't for the fact that she still needed him to take care of him, he would really be desperate to find out that person and teach him a hard lesson.

But now, he can only choose to stay and take care of her until she wakes up.

"You're so stupid. The boy stared at the woman's pale face, took one of her hands gently, and said, "That kind of person, why do you want to marry him? I won't let you marry him—you wait for me, wait for me for five years, and I'll marry you in five years, okay?"

The woman lay there quietly, not giving him any response.

N Island.

In the ward, Pei Yuansheng opened his eyes silently.

His whole body was so heavy that he couldn't lift even a finger.

Only the brain can barely turn.

There wasn't much light in the room, but he still felt glaring.

I wanted to reach out and cover the light, but I obviously couldn't.

It's even more impossible to call a man – he still wears an oxygen mask, and even the oxygen needed to sustain life has to be provided by a machine.

He is all too familiar with this situation, since his condition has deteriorated, his life has been repeating the three processes of fainting, being sent to the rescue, and waking up in the hospital room.

This kind of life is undoubtedly boring, and this kind of lingering breath is not fun at all.

He originally planned to die early, but this guy Lu Zi left before him, and left Ji Xiaoru as a hot potato.

He thinks he owes Lu Zi too much, and he owes Ji Xiaoru too much.

Therefore, he had no choice but to take Ji Xiaoru's hot potato.

He gritted his teeth and decided to survive, as Lu Chenxi.

But it's hard to live.

His physical condition, every day he lasts, is like a miracle.

Sometimes, he suspects that he will not be able to wait for the day of heart exchange surgery.

However, thinking that Ji Xiaoru still needs him to be responsible for the rest of his life, he has to continue to hold on.

Until last night, he suddenly had a terrible heartache at night, and he was about to call Mu Zihao over, so he fell headlong.

The moment he lost consciousness, he feared for the first time that he would never wake up again.

In the past, before he fainted, he always secretly hoped that he would not wake up again, because if he did not wake up, he would not suffer from the disease again.

But now, he didn't dare not wake up.

He was afraid that Ji Xiaoru would be sad and sad, and he was afraid that Ji Xiaoru would cry and make a fuss, even if the name of the person Ji Xiaoru called when she was crying was not him Pei Yuansheng at all.

It doesn't matter, it's okay if it's not him.

He just didn't want to upset her.

Pei Yuansheng didn't think he was in love with Ji Xiaoru, he was just, in order to compensate for the dead Lu Zi, and Ji Xiaoru, who once liked him.

"Lu Chenxi, are you awake? Are you awake?" a surprised voice suddenly exploded in his ears.

It is not an exaggeration to say that it "exploded".

The woman's voice was so crisp and bright that he could imagine how happy and excited she was now just by listening to the voice, without looking at the expression on her face.