“…… Thank you. But in the end, he was not given an accurate answer.

Qin Zimo looked at her for a long time, and felt sad in her heart, she should have deserved the best company in the world, instead of being lonely and saying, "I'm afraid of loneliness." ”

"Don't think nonsense alone, you take this pot of flowers back to raise, and raising flowers can pass the time for self-cultivation and self-cultivation." Qin Zimo walked to the window and put a pot of flowers with white petals and yellow stamens into her hand.

Ye Wan'an wanted to refuse, but was attracted by the fragrance of flowers, "What kind of flower is this?" ”

"Christmas roses, very much in line with today's theme." Qin Zimo said casually.

Ye Wan'an paused with the hand holding the flower, "Christmas roses...... It's not like a rose at all. ”

Qin Zimo smiled, "Christmas roses belong to the buttercup family, and they really have nothing to do with roses. ”

Under Qin Zimo's repeated insistence, Ye Wan'an finally accepted the pot of Christmas roses, and Qin Zimo sent her to the door of the law firm, "I will pay attention to the divorce, you pay attention to your body, and you should think about it after the doctor's advice goes back." ”

Ye Wan'an nodded.

When I got home, I put the flowers on the windowsill, soaked in cold sweat, and sat on the sofa for a long time.

Her health is getting worse and worse, and now when she takes two more steps, she will feel like she can't breathe.

The pain of breathing is not the most deadly, from time to time there is an illusion in her body that a small insect gnaws at the bone, and the person who is not fatal but tortures can't wait to take a knife to rip it off.

In a few days, she took a lot of medicines from the hospital one after another, tore off the labels and put them in the room, so that people could not tell what kind of medicine was inside.

She lay hunched on the couch in the living room, curled up as if that would relieve the pain, the bones in her back clearly visible through her sweater because of the angle of the curl.

She doesn't like to go to the hospital, and she doesn't like to take medicine, but when it really hurts, she bent her waist, poured a handful of medicine tremblingly, and couldn't wait to get water and swallowed it raw.

The bitter smell of medicine attacked her taste buds, because she ate it too violently, because the taste of medicine was too bitter, her fragile stomach couldn't stand such a violent stimulation, and suddenly vomited it all at once.

The corners of the mouth were stained with a layer of drug black.

Her tears fell, she fell to the ground, holding her stomach and rolling on the ground.

Lu ...... Lu Li...... It hurts...... I hurt ......."

The boy who used to have red eyes even when her fingers were cut, now she rolls on the ground in pain, but he doesn't know anything.

Ye Wan'an cried and cried and lay on the ground without moving, and the pictures that had already been blurred in the tears gradually began to become clear.

When she first entered the third year of high school, the class organized a party, Lu Li and a few buddies secretly drank too much wine bottles and shattered the ground, most of the classmates were already drunk, and she accidentally cut her hand.

He was already so drunk that he couldn't see his face clearly, but when he saw the wound in her hand, he immediately stood up, shouting to buy her a band-aid, he couldn't stand steadily, she was afraid that he would fall and let him sit well.

But he couldn't listen to it, so he had to go out, she shouted at him in a loud voice, "Lu Li, you stop for me for a while!" ”

He immediately coaxed, sat beside her obediently, looked at her very aggrieved, and then lowered his head and pulled her hand over, blew gently, and muttered quietly while blowing, "I'm afraid that you will hurt, don't be angry, okay?" ”