With the blue sky, the turquoise lawn, and the tall plane trees, I sat on a bench in the square in front of the hospital building, tilting my head back and quietly looking at the sky that was divided into fragments through the mottled branches of the plane trees, and my heart felt empty and uncomfortable.

"Are you crying?" A warm and warm voice sounded softly in my ears, and a plain white handkerchief reached out to me.

"Oh, thank you." I wiped two handfuls of my face with the back of my hand, not taking the handkerchief that the man had outstretched, and still staring blankly at the mottled shadows of the trees.

The man didn't mind, the handkerchief was removed from front of him, but the owner of the handkerchief did not leave, but sat quietly beside me without speaking, I looked up at the plane tree, and slowly closed my eyes and ignored the man beside me.

"Shang'er, Shang'er, wake up quickly, wake up quickly, okay......"

"Xiang'er, Xue'er is wrong, really wrong, don't ignore me, okay, as long as you can wake up, even if you exchange Xue'er's life for me, I'm willing......"

"Shang'er, I'm so uncomfortable, so uncomfortable, you wake up, if you don't wake up, Xue'er will go down to accompany you, okay......"

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The noise rang in my ears over and over again, and every time I closed my eyes, I could hear the sound of night snow, but it was so dark that I couldn't see him, and when I opened my eyes suddenly, I could only see the familiar ward.

It's been half a month, it's been half a month, and I still can't believe that the qiē that happened in Beiyang was just a dream I had in a coma, but all the people around me, including the doctors, are telling me that qiē is a dream, should I believe in myself, or my brother and the doctor, I have a headache but I can't do anything at all.

In the last few days, my brother has been contacting me abroad about the exchange of hearts, and I heard that a person who is dying has signed an organ donation form, and my brother is trying to buy that heart for me through a special way.

"You're crying again!" That gentle voice rang in my ears again.

"Hey! If I cry, I will cry and cry about your business, you don't meddle in your business! I ......"

A surge of anger rushed to the top of my head, and I didn't want to lower my head and yell at the man next to me, but before I could finish yelling, my whole body froze in place, as if I had been struck by lightning.

"Boom!" With a bang, there seemed to be countless brilliant fireworks exploding in front of me, dazzling.

The man was dressed in a black suit, sitting on the chaise longue lightly, not as beautiful as a real person, a little like an immortal in the Nine Heavenly Realms, not stained with a trace of red dust.

His short hair is as black as ink, and his pale and thin face under the black hair is as warm as jade, especially his eyes, how to say, they are like the purest spring on the Tianshan Mountains, clear and tranquil, without a trace of dust.

And now, the man who was like a god in the sky was looking at me quietly with the softest smile in the world, as if not a single qiē around him was in his eyes, and his eyes were only mine.

It was such a gentle look that made my whole body feel like soaking in warm spring water, warm, soft, but also shocked.

"Mausoleum...... Lingshuang, you're Molingshuang, aren't you! ”

I screamed, grabbed the man's clothes, and stared at him with my eyes so hard that my voice was twisted and distorted.

The man still looked at me calmly, his eyes warm and doting, with a gentle smile that I was familiar with.

"Xiang'er, long time no see, how are you?"

Shang'er, Shang'er, Shang'er, my ears are almost ringing in my ears, no mistake, I haven't told anyone my name in that world since I woke up, and only Mo Lingshuang will call me so gently and dotingly, it is Mo Lingshuang, His Royal Highness the Third Prince of Nanchen, but how could he be here? Could it be that it was also crossed over?

My brain was getting more and more foggy.