How does she match?

Cheng Jiaming sneered, took Shen Xiaoxiao's hand and walked towards his car, he bet that Xiang Qing couldn't forget his brother.

Therefore, she will definitely return to Zixuan's side.

However, at that time, will it be useful? In the past year, Mo Zixuan's situation is really not optimistic, I'm afraid, walking on the street, no one will recognize him as the idol prince who dominated the entertainment industry.

How powerful is love, this is what they, everyone is thinking about, including themselves.

In the dim light, Xiang Qing was lying on his small bed, his mind was full of Mo Zixuan's figure, it had been more than a year, Xiang Qing thought that he should forget him.

However, the handsome face was still so clear that her heart, which she thought was cold, began to shake again......

What the hell is going on?

Listening to Cheng Jiaming's words, Xiang Qing didn't know very well in her heart, but what was the faint uneasiness.

Closing her eyes, she pulled the quilt under her and thought about it again and again, until her mind slowly sank, until, everything had already become a darkness.

The other side

"You're looking for her?" Song Cheng put down the case in his hand, he frowned, and looked at Cheng Jiaming, who was also full of sadness.

They used to be such an invincible Three Musketeers, but now, they can't be as young and frivolous as they were back then.

As they grow older, they come with not only maturity, but the inevitable sophistication of human feelings, and the sadness that they can't hide.

"Otherwise, what should I do?" Cheng Jiaming snuffed out the cigarette in his hand, he stood up, his mind was full of Mo Zixuan's already skinny face, why?

Fate was so cruel.

"So, she agreed?" I have to say, no one is sure.

"I don't know." Cheng Jiaming shook his head, yes, he was indeed not sure, even if Xiang Qing still had Zixuan in her heart, but who could guarantee that she would come back.

Regarding that child, that woman, although Cheng Jiaming didn't know very well, it was an existence after all, and he had never asked Mo Zixuan, nor did he have any chance to ask.

Xiang Qing is a person with strong self-esteem, will she accept all this? And for what, but to comfort the man who hurt her.

Cheng Jiaming really doesn't know.

"This is the case that Doctor Li sent me just now," Song Cheng handed over the things in his hand, "Although Zixuan's aunt has been working hard to take care of it for more than a year, it ...... The truth is getting worse and worse. ”

Mo Zixuan's illness is getting worse and worse, and he has completely lost his proper appearance and is completely immersed in his own world.

It's just that, unlike the average crazy person, he is very quiet, always quiet, but who can guarantee that those emotions will not completely explode at some point?

At that time, they really didn't dare to imagine who else could stop it.

Cheng Jiaming looked at the shocking indicators on the medical record, those peach blossom eyes had already bloomed with no brilliance, as a brother, how much he hoped that Mo Zixuan would get better, but ......

What to do?

…… Dividing line ......

When Xiang Qing returned to the imperial capital again, it was already three days later, and I don't know if God did it on purpose, it snowed heavily on a sunny day.

It's just a little snow, but it's unbearable cold.

The gray-white cotton clothes on her body were already stained with tiny snow particles, and her little hands trembled, but it seemed to be useless.

Looking up at the gray sky, Xiang Qing walked out of the train station, and at the door, Cheng Jiaming's car was already waiting for her.

His pure black trench coat swayed in the wind, and other emotions receded in his eyes, Xiang Qing knew that he was grateful for his current behavior.

"Anyway, I think I should thank you." Cheng Jiaming spoke, although the tone still made Xiang Qing feel a sense of distance, but it was already rare for him.

If it weren't for that man's existence, I'm afraid he wouldn't have looked at himself more.

Xiang Qing smiled faintly, got into the car, and turned on the heating in the car, but Xiang Qing's hands that were already frozen red still rubbed unconsciously.

"Where are we going?" Looking at the direction of the car, it seemed to be driving outside the city.

"Go see Zixuan."

"Yes." Xiang Qing pretended not to care and looked out the window, her mind was already in chaos, almost suppressing her distress, she spoke, "You said last time you ..... him, crazy, yes, what do you mean?" ”

"It's literal, oh no, maybe you'll figure it out in a moment." Garmin's eyes deepened and he stopped talking.

Xiang Qing was also silent, but her heart had already begun to think uncontrollably, she felt that she was very cowardly, and she subconsciously avoided it.

She was afraid that after seeing Mo Zixuan, she would be at a loss, not that she didn't think about it, what did Cheng Jiaming mean by being crazy.

It's just that Xiang Qing really can't believe that these two words will appear on that man's body, how can he be crazy? How could such a noble and handsome man be?

She didn't believe it, or couldn't believe it.......

When Xiang Qing saw Mo Zixuan again, she didn't know how to describe her shock, distressed, and stood there for five minutes before she remembered that she should move.

In the quiet and scary room, the man leaned quietly against the windowsill, he was wearing a big fat pajamas, and his handsome face was hidden or visible under the pure white gauze curtains, as if there was nothing.

Xiang Qing walked in gradually, but he still couldn't see any reaction from Mo Zixuan, he was very thin, really thin, the pair of ten fingers that used to fly and jump on the black and white piano were already thin enough to see the bone joints.

She thought that her heart would be very calm, slowly squatting, her little hand subconsciously peeled off the layer of cloth blocking his handsome face, that handsome face, without any overdue appearance.

However, who will tell him whether the man in front of him is the Mo Zixuan she once knew.

The delicate facial features can only faintly see the outline, his baby fat has disappeared, and he looks very embarrassed and has no energy. Because of the weakness of his body, he closed his eyes slightly, feeling like a gossamer.

With his short black hair, he was quiet, as if he had fallen asleep.

"Mo Zixuan?" His throat seemed to be choked by something, and Xiang Qing's voice was unpleasant.

Her little hand subconsciously wanted to caress his emaciated side face, but when her fingertips were about to touch it, she withdrew her hand like an electric shock.

She was afraid to break him.

He ignored her, as if he couldn't hear his own voice, and as if he did, but he didn't move at all.

The man's emaciated and handsome face reflected clearly in the sun, and the thin fluff and clearer capillaries pierced Xiang Qing's heart.

Who's going to tell her what the hell is going on?

"Why, yes, like this?" Xiang Qing turned around and asked her aunt and Cheng Jiaming who were standing there, but she didn't notice that her face was already wet.

A week after you left, Zixuan ...... "My aunt couldn't cry, there was still her usual elegance, she looked at Xiang Qing, and there was an indescribable emotion in her eyes.

She wouldn't blame Xiang Qing, but who could tell her why her nephew, such a quiet and gentle man, had become like this.

The force in his hand increased, Xiang Qing knelt on the ground, and tears began to fall down one by one. She lowered her head, not even daring to glance at the man next to her, obviously it was still such a familiar fragrance, but why was it so lifeless?

"Xiang Qing, please save him." My aunt cried, and under Cheng Jiaming's comfort, she gradually walked in, Mo Zixuan seemed to have sunk into another world, and all the sounds here would not affect her.

Xiang Qing will not forget that his empty eyes, from beginning to end, he didn't look at himself at all, as if he never knew himself.

But ...... "How can I save him?" He doesn't know me anymore.

What's more, the person who is taking care of him at the moment shouldn't be me, does he have so much power in his heart?

"Xiang Qing, you won't be so ruthless, will you?" Cheng Jiaming turned his head sideways, he looked at Xiang Qing, and knew in his heart that Xiang Qing's heart had already softened.

Because from the moment he saw Mo Zixuan, he saw that Xiang Qing's hand that was deliberately hidden in his sleeve was shaking quietly, which proved that her heart cared about the almost autistic man in front of her.

"What about her? That woman, why didn't she come and take care of him? Xiang Qing only felt very painful in her heart, she cried, roared, and hugged the stunned man in front of her.

Smelling the good smell on his body, the thoughts of more than a year finally poured out without any scruples......

Mo Zixuan, how can you do this? Who are you doing this, do you want me to blame myself, or do you want me to accompany you to another world?

"She?" My aunt shook her head, if she could, she wanted to kill that woman, if Mo Zixuan at this moment was crazy because of Xiang Qing, then that woman was not the culprit?

"She won't come, and she doesn't deserve it!"

The news has already reached the United States, but there is no response, and even his brother and sister-in-law refuse to come to see their own son, let alone the woman who takes advantage of the danger?

Now Mo Zixuan, he has everything that everyone dreams of, but he has lost everything that everyone is most ordinary.

Xiang Qing bit her lip, she looked at Mo Zixuan's pale face, which was already so thin that she was about to expose her bones, her eyes only felt turbulent, and her strength in grabbing his arm increased slightly, but the man still didn't have any reaction.

His body was cold, cold, like porcelain, no, maybe Xiang Qing didn't want to use another cruel word to describe it.

Mo Zixuan, are you afraid? Why are you hiding?

Look up at me? I'm Xiang Qing, and I'm back......

......Seeing this scene, Cheng Jiaming spoke, and as soon as he moved his thin lips, a choked female voice came from his ears.

Xiang Qing leaned on the man's slightly cool chest, and she said, "Don't be afraid, I will accompany you." ”