"Nan Hanming, if my illness can't be cured, you can marry another one, I won't delay you. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ”

She is a sensible person, rather than waiting to be abandoned, it is better to make it clear as soon as possible to avoid trouble in the future.

Hearing her words, his smile froze, and the only good mood he had was gone, "Gu pity!! Can you stop questioning me? ”

How could he possibly think she was delaying him?

"I don't want to question you, but too many people are better than me......"

Every time she saw him hugging her and walking like a fly, running on any field, she was particularly envious.

She felt like a bird with broken wings, unable to fly, and could only fly on the relief of others.

Even though they are all flying, they are all that kind of feeling, it's too far away.

She often practiced her wheelchair alone to adapt herself to this life, and she prepared for the worst.

He hugged her and said in a solemn tone: "But I only want you...... And only love you. ”

It was as if she had carried the heavy love he had given her, walking alone in the desert, he could be water, he could be food, he could be a burden, but it was not hers.

This feeling is familiar.

She didn't speak, just lay in his arms, looking at her useless legs, her lips pursed unconsciously.

As long as you love, as long as I'm here.

***

After arriving in Jiangnan, they stayed in the same hotel as before.

They walked into the hotel, and the manager saw her being hugged by Nan Hanming, covering his mouth and snickering, just to show affection.

She knew that he had no ill intentions, so she looked away and looked ahead lightly.

Placed in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, Nan Hanming knew that she liked the sun, so he opened the curtains, then climbed into bed, grabbed her from behind, and enjoyed the scenery outside the window with her.

She rested lightly on his head, thinking back to everything, but no matter what, she couldn't come up with a reason.

However, she seems to vaguely remember that she can draw.

Gu pity glanced at Nan Hanming, who was flickering in his eyes, and said, "Nan Hanming, I used to ...... What does it do? ”

"You?" He doted on her little nose, "It's a painting." ”

“…… Is it? Then it seems that my memory is correct. ”

Although the clips were hazy, they were familiar.

"The picture you drew is still hanging in our bedroom......"

Gu Pixi majored in Chinese ink painting and European and American oil painting, but oil painting was always popular in the market, so she blended the essence of oil painting and ink painting to make oil painting seem less stacked.

However, because the paintings are too forward-looking, not many people can appreciate them.

She barely survived on those meager wages.

"Nan Hanming, can you help me bring the paintbrush and sketchpad? I want to try my hand at drawing. ”

"......" Nan Hanming thought of the paintings she had painted on the island before, and he froze slightly, but he still nodded, "I'll help you get it." ”

He turned to leave, and she looked out the window at the shattering glass, smiling brightly and cruelly.

She already knew.

She's a psychopath.

There was a little joy in saying it, she couldn't help laughing, but she felt something flowing on her face, and she reached out to touch it, and her hands were stained with water.

Her eyes were slightly glazed, and she felt that she would wipe it clean with a tissue, otherwise the uncle would be worried again.

Nan Hanming came back with a sketchpad from the waiter, he looked at the smiling bright Gu and lightly helped her put on the easel.