With the others in a three-legged position, Kang Lele sat alone in the northernmost corner. Like a ball of freshly salvaged wakame, it crawled on the dirty table. He felt weak, especially his head, which was so heavy that he couldn't lift it up, as if it had been filled with lead. Only the eyeballs could still move, and he looked at the heart of the sea farthest away from him without blinking. As soon as she escaped death and picked up a small life, she immediately hugged Qu Lan into her arms, and this scene was replayed in front of his eyes over and over again.

- Why do you have that expression?!

For the rest of her life, she didn't feel any joy or surprise that she was still alive, but immediately hugged Qu Lan tightly. Such concentration, such contentment, as if the world is big, she can only see him in her eyes, as if even if the next second is the end of the world, as long as you can hold him in her arms at this moment, there will be no regrets in this life.

Once again, remembering the scarlet in Kang Lele's eyes, he couldn't help but have another layer of intensity. He tried his best to save him from falling, but what did she give him in return? She didn't even look at him. He was so happy to see her wake up, as if the flowers all over the mountains were blooming in an instant. But what about her? How could she treat him? Just flirting with Qu Lan, and didn't even say a word to him, the life-saving benefactor.

- ××⭕⭕D, you have no conscience! You and your whole family's conscience TMD are all taken to feed the dogs! Save you, count me down for eight lifetimes of blood mold......

The more he thought about it, the more angry he became, and it didn't take long for him to switch from a resentful woman to a poisonous woman. He really wanted to rush in front of her, scold her for a bloody head, and then tear her to shreds. But in fact, he couldn't even do anything to turn his head away from her. Somehow, his head was so heavy that he couldn't lift it at all. And as long as the picture of Haixin hugging Qu Lan is repeated in his mind, his brain will become even more intense. Like a rapidly sinking snowball, it has unconsciously rolled over the moon and accumulated heavy and difficult to return. Helplessly, he can only continue to play a lump of wakame. Hung on the edge of the table with deep dirt.

The turntable is still singing, repeating over and over again:

"Oh, missing is a disease ~ a disease ~ Oh longing is a disease ~ a disease ~ Oh missing is a disease ~ a disease ~ "

Coincidentally, Kang Lele is also terminally ill and not far from death.