In the ward, Yanran was lying on the hospital bed, with a layer of gauze wrapped around her right arm.

The doctor said that the wound is not strict and belongs to the second degree of burns, but whether it will leave a scar depends on the recovery effect in the later stage.

When he came in, she was lying on the bed with her eyes closed, pretending to sleep, nothing more than not knowing how to face him.

For her, the reunion after eight years was not as poignant and touching as she imagined, she only felt embarrassed, unfamiliar, and had nothing to say.

So for the patient, fake sleep is undoubtedly the best choice.

His steps were light, and he sat on the chair beside the hospital bed for fear of disturbing her.

The room was quiet, he didn't speak, just sat there, letting the silence spread, silent.

He stared at her for a long time, as if he couldn't believe that the girl in front of him was really his Yan'er.

Eight years, it took him eight years to accept Yanran's death, even when he was in a daze, he kept repeating a sentence in his ears, Gu Yanran died, and she had disappeared from this world.

And he lived, sadly alive.

The world without Yanran was a painful purgatory for him, and the only comfort might be her hallucinations.

The girl who always wears a Nanhua school uniform and has waist-length black hair.

And now, the girl turned around and was finally willing to face him, even though she was lying on the bed with her eyes closed.

Is it true?

Fake?

He frowned, not even daring to blink his eyes, for fear that in the next second she would disappear like a myriad hallucinations.

He tried to reach out and touch her cheek, but the outstretched hand stiffened in mid-air and finally withdrew.

He looked at her. It was as if he looked at the crystal clear foam again, and he was afraid of an accidental touch. The dream will be shattered.

But she's so real...... The real one is like his Yan'er, who came back from the dead.

White skin. The slightly fluttering eyelashes, as well as the even breathing, even the subtle hairs on her face, he could see clearly.

But even so, he was still not convinced, so he was at a loss in the face of miracles like a child waiting for a miracle.

In the long and painful years, he has long dared not look forward to it, and he has not dared to have extravagant hopes. Fear is nothing but an empty dream.

Until he saw the shallow scar on her left ring finger, his eyes tightened, his chest cramped excruciatingly, and his fists clenched.

The scar...... It's the pain of his life, how can he forget!

Memories flooded back, as if going back to years ago, when he was sixteen and she was sixteen.

At that time, they were at the same table. It didn't take long for the relationship to be established.

In the sports meeting of the second semester of high school, he had a big fight with her for a 5,000-meter women's long-distance run, and he threw something and kicked the stool in the class. He accidentally injured her hand, leaving a one-and-a-half-millimeter scar on her slender ring finger.

He had secretly sworn that he would never lose his temper with her again. We must protect this girl well and never let her be harmed again.

To hide this scar. He thought to himself that on the day they got married, he would give her a diamond ring big enough.

Today, the scar seems to be a kind of marker that identifies dreams and reality. Excitement, joy, sadness...... A lot of amorous xù kneaded together, disturbing his indifferent expression.

He held her hand tightly, very familiar, just like eight years ago he wrapped her white and slender hand with a big palm, ten fingers interlocked.

Sure enough, it was her Yan'er, that kind of touch, that kind of temperature, only she would have.

Yes! His Yan'er is back, and finally back to him.

He gently brought her hand to his mouth and kissed it, then to the center of his frowning brow......

In the middle of the night, the moonlight poured in through the window.

The man sat quietly on the edge of the girl's bed, holding her hand tightly, putting the back of his hand to his forehead, his shoulders trembling slightly, his voice whimpering, and tears sliding down the back of the girl's hand.

The girl was obviously asleep, but tears slipped through the corners of her eyes, her chin trembled slightly, and she turned her head in the opposite direction, staining a pillow towel.

Eight years ago, her favorite thing to do was walk with him hand in hand on the school asphalt road, and he would raise their fingers in the air, saying that it would hold on to him and make her more dependent on him.

I like him to hold her tightly in his arms from behind, and then softly call her name "Yan'er~Yan'er~"

I like him to teach her how to play the piano with his slender hands, she has never told him, and the first time she was fascinated by him was because he was so handsome when he played the piano.

For his hands, she is really familiar with them, obviously a pair of slender white and slender hands, the most suitable for playing the piano, but the palm is unexpectedly covered with thick calluses, full of power, when holding her, it will occasionally itch, but it makes people feel very comfortable and safe.

She remembered that his hands were hot all year round, and that there was a certain warmth and strength at all times, and she loved his temperature so much......

But now?

The thick cocoon was gone, and his hands were even colder than hers, and the cold was overwhelming.

In eight years, how many stories they missed each other.

In the trivial time, they have quietly changed, and now that they meet again, they have a different appearance, how should they face the self who is in each other's hearts and is forever shelved at the age of seventeen?

The past is like smoke, entangled and implicated, painful or joyful, but in the end it has become an irreversible story, even if we meet like this, what can we change?

In the past, she didn't want to mention it, and she didn't want to pursue it.

After all, people value the future more than the past.

Now she is content and content.

It is not a good thing to live silently, to spend this life peacefully and ordinarily.

*******

When Linda arrived, Yanran's wounds had been treated and she was recuperating in the ward, and she wanted to go in to visit, but was stopped by Jessie.

"President Nangong is inside." The meaning couldn't be more obvious, the two of them should not be disturbed.

Linda understands herself, but she is still worried about Yanran, hoping that her injuries will not leave scars.

For Linda, Jessie's attitude is extremely disgusting.

This person obviously knows everything, but he pretends to be innocent and blames himself, which really makes her feel disgusted.

But no matter how much the two look at each other or not, after all, both of them are the chief secretaries of large multinational companies, and after years of training, the emotional management is very good, maintaining the goodness on the surface, and the perfection is impeccable.

Smiling slightly, and politely greeting each other, Linda left first, and could only come to see Yanran next time.

For Yanran, the reason why Linda feels guilty is because she already knew about this meeting, but there is no way to reveal it to Yanran.

She didn't know what Lin Shuhao was thinking, but if he wanted to hurt Yanran, she would not hesitate to lose this job.

(To be continued......)