Xiao Yuchen heard a faint sound in his sleep and slowly opened his eyes.

"Are you awake?" The young nurse beside her shook her hand in relief, "I was really frightened to see you being pushed into the operating room covered in blood. ”

Blood?

She remembered...... yes, a lot of blood......

"What about the child," Xiao Yuchen gently stroked his lower abdomen, "Is he still there......"

Seeing the nurse shake her head regretfully, she sighed and closed her eyes calmly.

It's gone......

It's all gone......

The faint sound of her sleep sounded in her ears again, and her empty eyes turned to the tightly closed curtains.

"Outside the window...... What is the sound? ”

The nurse walked over and opened the curtains, looked at the sky and smiled in surprise: "It's fireworks, very beautiful fireworks." ”

"Fireworks......" Xiao Xuchen muttered repeated, and then she pulled out the infusion set in her hand under the surprised gaze of the nurse, trying to support her up, but she collapsed on the bed weakly after many attempts.

The nurse hurriedly came over to stop her: "You just woke up, you can't get out of bed." ”

Xiao Yuchen ignored her, his eyes still looking out the window persistently. The nurse couldn't resist her and finally compromised: "Do you want to see the fireworks, then I'll help you over." ”

Xiao Yuchen's body didn't have any strength, and the moment her feet hit the ground, her whole body hurt as if she had been run over, so she could only lean her body on the nurse and slowly move over step by step.

When she finally reached the window, the sweaty nurse finally breathed a sigh of relief, and she thoughtfully pointed to the sky in the upper right corner: "Look, it's over there." ”

Xiao Yuchen's eyes followed the direction she was pointing, and her gaze just met the fireworks that bloomed in the night sky in an instant. The beautiful purple fireworks shimmered with an incomparably warm light, illuminating her eyes little by little. Then it fell poignantly from the sky like a dead star.

Xiao Yuchen stretched out his hand to the last trace of firelight, but only touched the cold glass in front of him.

Under the night sky full of firelight for the New Year, Ye Lingchuan's angry expression appeared in front of her again: "If you are not by my side on the day I die, I will ask someone else to light them, and if you look up and see it, don't forget to shed tears." ”

There was a sudden sharp pain in her heart, and she could no longer suppress her grief, and she knelt down in front of the window and began to cry bitterly.

"What's the matter, are you alright?" The nurse was frightened by her sudden breakdown and reached out to help her in worry. And Xiao Yuchen seemed to have turned into a broken toy, with no other use than crying, she cried hysterically, and the sound of despair echoed in the corridor of the hospital.

"What the hell is wrong with you," the nurse hugged her helplessly, "shall we go back to bed, it is too cold on the ground for you to get cold." ”

Is it cold...... Xiao Yuchen looked at the sky where the fireworks had bloomed, and tears flowed out violently.

It's so warm, so warm......

Do you know Lingchuan, it wasn't until I stood under this beautiful fireworks again that I remembered what I didn't say to you on New Year's night.

In my heart, Lingchuan is like a firework-like thing.

Something beautiful, fragile, as if it would be fleeting.

Before I met you, my world was like a winter night sky, full of cold and darkness. And you are like a beautiful firework that suddenly blooms in the darkness, instantly illuminating my endless cold night.

That little firework, its little temperature and light is so insignificant compared to the sun, but for me, it's warm enough.

It's a pity that they only stayed in my life and disappeared in a hurry. So my world fell into darkness again, and even because of the appearance of fireworks at that moment, it was even colder and lonely.

But even so, I am still grateful for the small light that once bloomed in the night sky.

Because of it, I'm no longer a person who doesn't know how to be warm.

Therefore, even if Reikawa you are something like fireworks, as beautiful as fireworks, fragile, as if something that will be fleeting.

I will always love you dearly.