Yin Xingji opened his eyes and woke up from the nightmare. His forehead was covered with hot beads of sweat.

He tilted his head and looked around in horror.

Except for the darkness, it was white.

It was as if I was back in my old ward.

On the edge of his bedside, there was a nurse in white, lying there.

It seems to be asleep.

Yin Yifeng lay on the bed in a daze, his eyes were dilated, and there was no trace of focus.

"So it was just a dream?"

Yin Yifeng pondered for a long time, and then faintly confided such a sentence.

It seems to be talking to himself, but it seems to be talking to someone.

"Uh-huh."

Yin Yifeng sighed in a low voice with some pain.

The wound on his waist is still aching.

The room was dark, as if it was still night.

However, Yin Xingchen is not sure how long he has been asleep this time.

I don't know if it's the same night just now, or if it's a night that has passed.

His mind was drifting a little now, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

His thoughts were confused, and his memories were filled with sadness.

Every sorrow is like a small sharp knife, cutting a little scar on one's heart.

"Is this really just a dream?"

He said something inexplicably.

This time it's against the air.

The whole room, except for himself, was the nurse lying next to him.

He wished it was just a dream.

In that case, at least it can be said that Liu Xiaodong is not dead, and it is possible that he is still alive.

But if it's really just a dream?

So why is it so real?

It's so real that you have to believe it.

Yin Yifeng fell into a deep confusion.

It was as if I had fallen into a deep, bottomless black hole.

I couldn't see the sky when I looked up, and it was pitch black all around.

He hadn't had much time to wake up before, so he didn't have much time to think about things.

But now he was alone, in such a dark night.

Nights are always quiet, especially in hospitals.

Yin Yifeng thought of that day, (let's just say that day, the current Yin Yifeng has long been unable to tell the difference.)

In the past ten days, Yin Yifeng has been asleep, muddy, and rarely awake.

When he woke up this time, he was the most awake.

Yin Yifeng raised his head slightly and glanced at the white-clothed nurse lying at the head of his bed.

Looking at the back, it seems to be a little similar to the nurse who helped him up that day.

"Ugh."

Yin Xingji sighed slightly.

It seems to be at the nurse, but it doesn't seem to be.

Because--this sigh seems to be plain, but it is mixed with too many complicated feelings.

There is helplessness and sentimentality in this.

And loneliness, that loss.

That day, outside that gate, he heard what the people inside said.

If Liu Xiaodong is really dead.

If Xue Wei really leaves with Yin Yanyan and Liu Xiaodong.

If.

He didn't dare to think about it anymore.

"Xue Wei, is she doing well?"

Yin Yifeng sighed leisurely.

His tone was soft, as soft as the whispering of mosquitoes.

During the time when he lost his memory, Yin Yifeng was often accompanied by beautiful women.

However, whenever he was alone, at the beginning of the moon, his heart was always empty and painful.

It's a very strange feeling that always floats up at this moment.

In my heart, there is a feeling that I can't put into words.

Pain, numbness.

It was as if there was a certain person living there.

This person, she couldn't remember who it was.

But it seems to be real in the heart.

I miss this person, but I can't remember who this person is.

Sometimes he thinks about his life and his parents, but that is always less.

It's a very uncomfortable feeling.

It's like you feel like it's itching, but you don't know where it's itching.

I want to scratch it, but I don't know where to scratch it.

Yin Xingchen himself can't say why.

It stands to reason that he is such an orphan.

The desire to know whether his parents are still alive or not will be better than a qiē about his past.

Now that his memory was restored, he finally understood.

It turns out that liking someone can be so unforgettable.

Even if she is not by your side, even if you lose your memory, even if you don't remember what she looks like, you still can't forget her.

A person, once stationed in the bottom of your heart, is still deep.

Then no matter what situation you are in, you will not abandon and forget.

Yin Yifeng suddenly missed Lin Xuewei very much.

I want to think about it so much, I think about it so much that I want to go crazy.

"Xuewei, where are you going?"

Yin Yifeng began to struggle and began to hate himself.

Thinking about it, I actually fell asleep.

Maybe it's because I'm tired.

I don't know how long it took for him to wake up suddenly.

Only this time it was in the dark.

This time, he didn't think about Xue Wei again, but thought about Liu Xiaodong again.

Before he passed out and was hospitalized, he still clearly remembered that there was a person who blocked a knife for her, but at the same time, another person also blocked that person at the same time.

Seeing a splash of blood again, the two people in front of him fell down at the same time.

"Xiaodong, I'm sorry!"

Unconsciously, Yin Xingchen felt that the corners of his eyes felt a little moist.

He wiped it lightly with his hand.

"Huh."

He smiled bitterly, and it turned out that he was in tears again.

It's muddy, it's muddy.

Wake up and sleep, sleep and wake up.

Eventually, when he didn't know how many times he woke up, he finally woke up.

No more muddling and wanting to sleep.

At this time, the sky was already very bright, and a ray of sunlight was refracted through the window through the azure curtains.

He twisted his head to see if the nurse in white was still lying at the head of the bed.

But if you don't look at it, I don't know, this look really scared him.

The nurse was gone, not only was she gone, but she seemed to be a different person.

"Ahh

Yin Yifeng's surprise is really not small.

His exclamation was very loud.

Immediately, he woke up the other person in the ward.

The person who opened his hazy sleepy eyes, loose hair, and tired face were full of deep tiredness.

"Uh."

The man looked at Yin Yifeng with hazy eyes.

Joy immediately appeared on his tired face.

She stood up in a panic, "You, you." ”

She struggled for a long time, and finally pounced on Yin Yifeng's body.

"You're awake."

The moment he pounced, tears were already rolling down.

What he saw was none other than Yin Yanyan.