Good sisters?

Yun Hai frowned, he stared at Xia Mo for a long time, his eyes sank, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

She doesn't dodge, her dark eyes are like a lake that has lost her soul, sincere.

"Miss her?" For a long time, he asked.

"Hmmm! I want to ......," she said, innocently like a child.

Coming out of the sanatorium, Yunhai walked alone on the asphalt road of the sanatorium, the trees on both sides were bleak, the cold wind blew, and white snowflakes fell from the sky.

It was snowing, and he looked up at the sky, and many images kept flashing in his mind, frolicking, crying, sad, and broken...... It's all about the memories of the four of them.

He stopped, closed his eyes, and let the fine snow lap on his face, the last image in his mind fixed on the thick gauze and cold prosthetic leg on Xia Mo's wrist...... He only felt a pain in his chest, tears in the corners of his eyes, and he almost couldn't breathe.

Growth is a piercing pain, but youth is the last flame that burns out recklessly.

The Xia group collapsed, her father committed suicide, she attempted suicide, lost a leg, her body was mutilated, her soul was broken, she went crazy for several years, and she is still trapped in hell and unable to wake up.

She lost everything in an instant, friendship, love, family affection, and all her pride and dignity...... Is such a punishment too cruel?

Yan Ran's death became their death knot back then, and he didn't want to excuse Xia Mo, but in that situation, if he didn't stand up to protect Xia Mo, I am afraid she would have only one way to die.

They met each other as young people, childhood sweethearts. After more than ten years of knowing each other, they have long regarded each other as relatives.

It is a loved one, and it is an emotion that cannot be severed for a lifetime.

She is Xia Mo, the little sister of him and Xuanmu, and they have both promised to protect her for the rest of their lives.

He and Xuanmu have both loved her and loved her deeply, maybe that kind of feeling is not love, but it is a more delicate and long-lasting emotion than love.

He never regretted his original decision, in fact, saving Xia Mo at that time was not the last way for Xuanmu to retreat.

He thought time would fade all the pain. But I didn't know that the scar back then had festered and pus in the long years. It's getting more and more intense.

Now even he feels tired, he is fed up with such a helpless sense of helplessness and self-blame, and only feels more and more powerless and lost. More and more desperate.

A few years ago. Charmo onset. After several suicide attempts, she begged him bitterly when she woke up, begging him to let her go. Letting her die peacefully was the last thing he did for her.

In fact, he knew in his heart that Xia Mo was living like this now, delirious, stupid and stupid, suffering from the slaughter of memory fragments all the time, and suffering mental devastation...... In this way, she lives without dignity, and life is worse than death.

If he is really good for her, should he fulfill her?

But the decisions he made in the end were all selfish, he wanted Xia Mo to live, even if it was like this, he also hoped that she could survive and live well.

The sky was blue, and the cold wind blew past his ears, making a harsh sound, clearing Chaos' mind for a moment.

The words that Xia Mo had just said to him sounded in his ears, saying that she missed Yanran, and that Yanran was her best sister.

You see, even though she has been crazy for several years and chaotic, she still remembers Yanran. Maybe in her subconscious, she really regards Yanran as her sister.

She is a girl who lacks love, she longs for love more than anyone else, and therefore knows how to cherish love more than anyone else.

Until now, he still can't believe that what happened back then was really done by Xia Mo.

In the dark, he always felt that something was not right, when the incident happened suddenly, they were all disturbed by the sudden tragedy, and now that he thinks about it, he always feels that there are too many suspicious places.

First of all, he didn't want to believe that Xia Mo had done all of this.

She is willful, domineering, and scheming, but not ruthless, and all the ways she is strong are due to her intense insecurity.

She has a pure nature and has never really hurt anyone, even if she occasionally causes some trouble, she will not be too out of line.

He didn't believe that Xia Mo would be so bad that he would use such despicable means to defile people...... This kind of thing is something that Xia Mo would never have thought of and could not do.

Even if she has always held a grudge against Yanran, pretending to be good with Yanran all the way, even he and Xuanmu, the two people who grew up with her, didn't notice it.

With this ability, if she really wants to take back Xuanmu, who is her opponent.

What's more, she wanders among all kinds of women around her father all day long, and she stages various real versions of "palace fights" almost every day, how can she not figure out the men and women who are new to love, the key is that there will be such obvious evidence in the end.

If she really wanted Yanran to disappear, she could have many ways and means, why bother to be in pain after Yanran's death, and even jumped off the cliff of despair, lost a leg, had a nervous breakdown, and went crazy for several years, and she is still stupid and stupid, and she doesn't know what it will be today.

He still wants to believe it, believes that Xia Mo doesn't really want Yan Ran to die, believes that all Xia Mo's emotions are real, and believes that she has always been a kind and poor child.

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In the morning, the sun shines through the gap between the curtains, penetrating the fluttering white gauze tent and sprinkles on her sleeping face, her eyelashes move slightly, she turned around and touched the position around her, empty and empty, only then opened her eyes, and used the quilt to half-wrap the delicate and delicate body like a shelled egg, because it was too white and tender, and the drips of last night left a warm mark on her body.

The white sheets were a striking red, her head was lowered, her face was flushed, but it was only for a moment, her eyes were clouded with a layer of haze, and she fell into a sleepy and unclear thought.

She shook her head, forced herself to stop, grabbed a Xuanmu shirt and put it on, and walked out of the bedroom.

"Xuanmu ......," she tentatively called his name, cautiously.

Is he gone? Because of this one-ten-thousandth suspicion, her heart was clenched, and her nerves tensed, for fear that he would disappear without warning like the last time.

"Xuanmu ......" This place is very big, she searched a few places barefoot but failed to find him, so she became more and more anxious, and her pace became faster and faster, and she felt a big stone pressed on her chest, and she panicked.

Suddenly, I only felt my body vacate and be embraced into a familiar embrace.

"It's cold, be careful of catching a cold." He said, his voice low and his expression condensed, but he couldn't bear to blame.

He strode to the bedroom, gently laid her down on the bed, and wrapped her in the quilt, for fear that she would catch a cold.

"You warm up for a while, and we'll have breakfast together after we're cleaned up." He said, turning to leave, but she hugged her waist tightly and leaned her head on his back.

"Do you regret it?" She asked. (To be continued.) )