Early the next morning, as the bleak sunlight shone obliquely on the cold earth, a crooked figure slowly appeared on the white walls of the hospital, his movements slow and his steps a little staggering. Step by step, he stepped heavily up the cold, hard marble steps. He was like an old man, more like a patient in the twilight, trembling into the hospital, walking towards the inpatient department, towards the ward where Yun Zhe was. Step by step, it resounded through the corridor, and suddenly his steps stopped, and then he disappeared in a hurry and panic in the direction of the corner. Yun Meng pushed the door, came out of the ward, glanced around the corner, and found nothing. He struggled to open his eyelids, which felt heavy, and turned around and walked to the cafeteria in the other direction.

The rickety figure flashed out, and he was stunned. His gaze was like a star, twinkling with a complex light. That gaze was like a pillar of light, shooting straight to Yun Meng's back, so greedy, so affectionate, so obsessed, so painful, so entangled, so reluctant, so heart-wrenching, so heartbreaking, I wanted to carve that thin figure into my heart, my mind, my bones and blood······

It's just that the back is fleeting, quietly disappearing in the clear shadow around the corner, the old clown shuddered, and then seemed to use a lot of strength to support the almost collapsed body, and then slowly turned around and came to Yun Zhe's hospital room.

The ward was quiet, there was not a trace of sound, and a faint light shone through the window on Yun Zhe's forehead. The old clown walked over and sat down on the edge of the bed.

Yun Zhe's face is very similar to Yun Meng's, but the outline is slightly rough. The old clown looked at this face, and in a trance, it seemed that Yunmeng's face overlapped with it. The long eyelashes seemed to stretch lightly, moving slightly.

The old clown let out a long sigh, and a deep voice flew out from between his lips and teeth, his voice was like crying, like rain hitting plantains, and he trembled inexplicably: "Xiao Zhe wake up, Xiao Zhe wake up······ Wake up for the people you love, wake up for the people who love you, wake up for the sister who depends on you, for you your sister has been paying for you for eight years, the past is all over the place, how can you bear to let her suffer again. How can you bear to let her be sad and cry in front of the bed again, how can you bear to make her exhausted again. You have grown up, you should grow up, you should be like a real man, holding up the sky for the people who love you. It doesn't need to be too big, just to let go of their love for you. Did you hear that? Xiao Zhe, wake up, wake up······"

Gently, Yun Zhe's hand touched, and the back of his hand touched the old clown's slightly cool fingertips, the old clown was slightly stunned, and then reached out to hold Yun Zhe's shoulder.

A clear sound of footsteps sounded outside the door, and the old clown subconsciously thought that it was Yun Meng who came back, realized how undeserved it was for himself to appear in his sight like this, and realized how passive and difficult his impulse to see them for the last time would make him face with such passivity and difficulty. This obsession is likely to make him unable to hide and give up all his achievements. In a trance, he was stunned for a moment and couldn't move.

And the stupidity of his reply consciousness actually pushed the snowy fairy tale straight to the abyss---- from the perspective of the door, the old ugly hand was stretching out to Yun Zhe's neck, not caring about anything, thinking about nothing. Yun Meng grabbed an infusion stand not far away and slapped the old ugly's head fiercely.

Lin Feng walked in after Yun Meng, he watched the old clown fall in a pool of blood, he was dizzy, his face turned pale, and then he opened his mouth and let out a miserable scream: "You killed him, ······ You killed······ You're up for yourself······"