"I will protect my body myself, just like Miss Mingda, you will never be protected by me, and I don't need you to care, this matter is enough to leave it to my future wife to do! Or does Miss Ming want to be my future wife? ”

Rong Yi paused and looked back at her.

His face was very pale, and his eyes became darker and darker, black like a whirlpool, and when he stared at him, he could be sucked into the whirlpool at any time.

Ming Yulong looked at those eyes, the whole person seemed to be bewitched, opened his mouth, wanted to say something, thought of something, and slowly let go of his hand,

"Go slower, don't be too pushy."

Watch as her hand slowly let go, her fingertips leaving her arm little by little.

The last bit of light in Rong Yi's eyes also went out little by little as the distance became farther and farther.

He glanced at the girl with a calm face, looked at the eyes that were always hazy and low, hooked a light smile of self-deprecation and self-irony, and walked out of the room without saying a word.

Ming Yulong watched the purple figure disappear into the crack of the door that slowly closed, covering his figure and the sunlight outside, leaving two lily carved mahogany doors, staring at her.

No one knew that her fingers were cold, as cold as the temperature of Rong Yi's body just now.

She wanted to reach out and hold him, but

She is not the real Ming Yulong, she is a lonely soul who has crossed over from another world, and sooner or later she will have to leave here and return to the original world.

When she was resting on the table at noon, she saw herself in the original world again.

Her body is still in the hospital, her parents are still waiting for her in front of the hospital bed, her mother's hair is half gray, the wrinkles at the corners of her eyes seem to have grown dozens more at once, holding her hand, and constantly calling her name.

Others may not know the Tao, but she herself knows it.

From birth to adulthood, she has been in poor health, getting sick from time to time with a high fever, and every time she gets sick, it seems that she may die at any time.

At that time, my mother stayed with her in front of the bed all night long, holding her little hand, calling her name, and almost didn't dare to squint, for fear that she would suddenly cry again.

My mother often said, "Yueyue is her baby, if there is no Yueyue, my mother will definitely die of sadness." ”

She definitely wants to go back, no matter how perfect this world is, it is not her world world.

No matter how good Rong Yi is

It's just the people here.

Ming Yulong slowly squatted down, buried his head in his knees, hugged his shoulders, and closed his eyes at the junction of sunlight and shadow.

Rong Yi, Rong Yi

When Feng'er pushed the door in, she saw a white thing in front of the door, she took a step back in fright, and after looking at it, she quickly closed the door and shouted:

"Miss, miss, what's wrong with you?"

After being snorted by her a few times, Ming Yulong finally raised her head slowly, her eyes suddenly came into contact with the light, she squinted a little unaccustomedly, and smiled faintly,

"Feng'er."

"Miss, why are you squatting here? Isn't it uncomfortable? Feng'er looked at her and asked anxiously.

"No, if you want to squat, you can squat." Ming Yulong wanted to stand up, but found that his legs were so numb that he was unconscious, so he reached out and grabbed the corner of Feng'er's clothes, calling again and again