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The dawn is coming.

Lin Yixian opened his eyes in a daze, and his eyes were snow-white.

There was a swaying slingering slump in the air, and the tip of the nose was the smell of disinfectant water peculiar to hospitals.

The room was extremely silent, and the hot air outside the window lifted the branches and leaves, and through the cracks in the unclosed windows, they came in.

At the beginning, she was thinking about the temperature of summer in winter, and when the hot sun outside the window was at its peak and she vaguely felt the heat flow by the window, she just wanted to quickly close the curtains.

She rubbed her brow, her thoughts blank.

The deep memories seemed to have been sealed for a long time, surging with her gradual awakening, she remembered the expression of the collapse and despair of the young man who had always been cold and indifferent, remembered that he roared like crazy, remembered that he knelt on the ground, looking at her helplessly, his posture was almost as low as dust, and he begged her to hold on, begged her not to sleep, begged her not to leave him.

There was so much blood shed.

She wasn't sure if she would survive.

But now it seems that not only did she survive, she still lived well.

Lin Yixian glanced at the coffee table beside her, and took out her mobile phone from the drawer, it had not been used for a long time, and the battery had long been exhausted, she charged it, and then sent it for more than ten minutes.

The phone is powered on and the screen is on.

On Friday, September 27, 2019, the weather was fine

Seeing this time, Lin Yixian's eyes widened violently and froze.

Lin Yixian: ???

She's been lying in this ward for more than a year!!

The girl was wearing a loose hospital gown, sitting at the head of the bed and dangling her toes, and then she subconsciously opened WeChat and sent a message in the small group.

He Feng slowly returned: Ye is awake, Ye is awake! Where are you?

She thought for a moment, then glanced at the time displayed on the phone screen, and pinched her fingers to count.

At this point, I guess they are in school.

So she rubbed her hair, cleaned herself up in the mirror, and prepared to be discharged.

Her tone was cheerful: "Wait until I come to you."

But coincidentally, as soon as she opened the door of the ward, she was pressed on the hospital bed by a group of white coats, and was given a physical examination with a confused face, and only after it was determined that she was really fine, she was allowed to be discharged from the hospital.

It's afternoon.

In 17 years, the gymnasium of Yangcheng Second Career is still being renovated, after a year, Yangcheng Second Career seems to be taller than before, and the decoration is blingbling, and you can see that a lot of money has been spent at a glance.

Lin Yixian was thinking about whether she should go back and wear her school uniform, so as not to look out of place in the pile of students here, when she saw Xu Youzhi, who looked hurried, stepping on the stone steps and appearing in front of her.

The other party's clothes fluttered.

The hair was cut shorter, hanging a little below the shoulders, as if he was taller and thinner, his eyes were dark and slightly cold, and his neck was slender and white, like a piece of milk-colored mutton fat jade in the moonlight.

Xu Youzhi pursed his lips and stared at Lin Yixian for two seconds, then reached out and grabbed her wrist, and led her down the stone steps to the art teaching building with a slightly faster pace.

Her expression was quite serious.

"It's really time for you to wake up, if you don't wake up today, someone will collapse with guilt and take their own life."

Xu Youzhi's breathing was heavy, but unsteady, Lin Yixian was guided by her, hearing the words, the last memory in her mind seemed to suddenly open the VIP switch to clarity, she faintly noticed something, and a panicked sense of uneasiness suddenly rose in her heart.

Rigorous is an extreme character, he is more pessimistic than ordinary people, depressed and uncontrollable, she is the only girl around him who is gently pampered and spoiled, but she has an accident in front of him.

Not only that, but it was his mother who caused her accident.

Strict this guy.

Definitely collapsed, hopeless, and depressed.

He's been in this mood for more than a year.

There is no elevator in the art teaching building, the cap is on the sixth floor, the sixth floor is still the third e-commerce/electronic appliances 3+2 professional and single-recruitment class, Lin Yixian just woke up, climbing the building is not very smooth, did not climb the second floor began to gasp, Xu Youyi took her upstairs, while simply telling her the current situation.

1. Since the end of her surgery, the doctor informed her of the results of the operation, saying that it had compressed the nerves in her brain, and the time to wake up was uncertain

2. Rigor forced his mother to surrender to the police station with death, and was sentenced to five years in prison for assault

3. Since she was in a coma until now, she has chosen to live in school rigorously, and her temperament is extremely gloomy, he has gradually communicated with fewer people, and he is also wrapped in long sleeves in the summer.

He Zhili stuck to her and accompanied her to live in school, and Crispy was ruthlessly thrown by him to the Xu family to take care of it, relieving Aunt Zou, who usually stays alone in the big house.

Most of the boys in the class were divided into a dormitory, He Zhili and rigorous applied for accommodation at the same time, so he happily assigned to a dormitory, he had insomnia one day, couldn't sleep in the early morning, and bumped into the pale and beautiful boy facing the moonlight, pinching a thin blade between his fingers, and the sharp edge glowed with a cold light.

The other side is indifferent.

The bottom of the half-covered eyes is suppressed red.

The gray moonlight poured down and fell on the wrist bones of the other party's bare hands.

The scars of horror are intertwined.

The sharp blade cuts through the porcelain-white skin.

Bright red overflows in the direction of the stroke.

He Zhili's pupils shrank suddenly, and he turned over neatly and got out of bed, with a height of 182, stepped on the bed frame, reached out, and held the blade between the other party's fingers.

That's He Zhili was really scared.

He clenched his palms, his beautiful pupils raised his eyebrows and stared at Rigor without blinking.

The palm was cut, but He Zhili didn't seem to feel pain, his five fingers were tightly closed, silent, and squeezed under the gray and pale light.

He Zhili shook his head very lightly at him.

And he brought iodophor and gauze, and wrapped it around his wrist.

He Zhili didn't know how to comfort him, after all, he had also been isolated and helpless, he knew how desperate and broken he felt when he didn't have anyone around him, and on the day He Bo died, he seemed to be abandoned by the whole world.

But fortunately, he was accompanied by Xu Youzhi at that time.

Xu Youzhi didn't say anything, nor did he comfort him.

Just gave him a hug to rely on, and a shoulder to unleash his emotions unbridled.

In the face of all grief, those comforts from the outside world can only move the outside world, the warmth cannot reach the bottom of his heart, and his heart is still barren.

He Zhili opened his mouth.

The wound on the palm of the hand was cut deeply.

But he simply stopped the bleeding and bandaged it, and then came over and rubbed his hair stiffly.

It's like Xu Youzhi rubbing him.

This action can effectively comfort He Zhili, so He Zhili feels that this action may also be useful for rigorousness.

Rigor froze for a moment.

Then the dark and deep eyes slowly glanced over.

The teenager wears the simplest white cotton T-shirt with his fingertips withdrawn.

He looked at him very seriously and said, "Xu Youzhi and I, we will accompany you and accompany you until she wakes up." ”