Ling Yi knew what he was thinking, walked over and lay down beside him, took him into his arms, stroked his back, and said softly: "Zero, sleep, I will wake you up tomorrow." ”

Ling Zhi was quiet for a long time before he asked in a sullen voice.

"Really?"

"Really, I'm going to wake you up, we said okay, we're going to see the Northern Lights."

Ling Zhi was silent for a while before he spoke.

"You must wake me up."

Ling Yi lowered his head and kissed him on the face, his voice low and gentle: "Okay, sleep, good night." ”

"Brother, good night."

Retracted into Ling Yi's arms, the faint fragrance of Ling Yi's body lingered between his noses, warm and reassuring.

His embrace, like a huge protective shield, held him tightly from the bad guys who took him.

Finally, Ling Zhi couldn't bear the sleepiness, closed his eyes, and fell into a deep sleep.

Ling Yi intimately covered Ling Zhi with a quilt and looked at him quietly.

The dim light in the room sprinkled on Ling Zhi's face, making his face look even more haggard and emaciated.

Ling Yi's gaze traced Ling Zhi's outline little by little, with indissoluble love and tenderness in his eyes.

After a long time, Ling Yi kissed Ling Zhi lightly on the forehead, hugged him very tightly, and whispered in his ear.

"Zero, can you not leave me?"

Ling Zhi, who was asleep, seemed to hear Ling Yi's words, muttered, shrank into Ling Yi's arms again, found a comfortable position, and continued to sleep.

Ling Yi heard Ling Zhi's murmur, his heart trembled, he hugged Ling Zhi tighter, and used all the strength of his body, but he said the most weak words.

"If you don't leave me, if you lie to me...... I'm not going to give you chicken thighs to eat. ”

Ling Yi knew that he was just deceiving himself.

Ling Zhi's situation, he knows better than anyone else.

This discharge from the hospital indicates that Ling Zhi is no longer good.

Ling Zhi knew it himself.

On the night he was discharged from the hospital, Ling Zhi said to Ling Yi very calmly, let Ling Yi take him out to see, don't let his last memory freeze in the hospital, that would be too cruel.

From Ling Zhi's illness to now, only more than half a year has passed.

In the past half a year, Ling Yi has watched Ling Zhi change from full of vitality at the beginning to a sick and weak appearance.

All this seemed to be torture to him, slashing out his heart one by one.

In the past six months, Ling Yi couldn't sleep every day, and couldn't sleep every day.

He never thought that Ling Zhi would leave him, and all this, he was powerless to change.

Ling Yi hugged Ling Zhi tightly, wanting to melt him into the bone marrow and never separate again.

Ling Yile's Ling Zhi was a little uncomfortable,

Ling Zhi snorted dissatisfiedly, slowly opened his eyes, and met Ling Yi's red eyes.

At this moment, Ling Zhi's eyes were red.

He could see fear, uneasiness, helplessness and despair in Ling Yi's eyes, like a lion on the verge of collapse.

Ling Zhi felt infinitely sad in his heart, and stretched out his trembling hand to caress Ling Yi's haggard and tired face, feeling distressed.

"Brother."

Ling Yi didn't expect Ling Zhi to wake up, put away his emotions, and said gently, "I'm here." ”

Ling Zhi sniffed and whispered.

"Don't you be upset, okay?"

Ling Yi moved his lips, his voice trembling,

"Okay, I'm not upset."

Ling Zhi snorted with his hand, but in the next second, hot tears slipped from the corners of his eyes, wetting the pillow one by one.

Ling Yi saw it in his eyes, his heart was broken, and he stretched out his hand to wipe Ling Zhi's tears, distressed and worried: "Zero, is it another headache?" ”