After celebrating Xia Muxiu's birthday, Du Zhiqian took Han Jiazhi home.

Han Jiazhi sat in the car, leaning against the window with an unhappy face, looking out of the car, not wanting to pay attention to Du Zhiqian at all.

"You're still growing your body, and it's not good to sleep too late." Du Zhiqian persuaded Han Jiazhi like a bitter elder.

Han Jiazhi was very tired of Du Zhiqian's appearance, he was her boyfriend, not her father, not to mention that her father Zheng Zhong had never treated her like this.

Isn't falling in love for fun? How did it become more than one person to discipline and bind yourself?

Han Jiazhi sneered: "Anyway, you don't think it's good for what I like." What about you? Do you think you're okay with yourself? ”

Du Zhiqian wanted to speak and stopped, but unintentionally, he was teased by this girl again. However, it is said to be flirting, but it is not very accurate. More of it, it's choking with yourself.

Du Zhiqian didn't speak again, while Han Jiazhi was angry on the side, thinking about the bottle of wine that he hadn't finished drinking just now.

After arriving home, Han Jiazhi casually threw aside the shoes on his feet, and then walked back to his room barefoot.

Du Zhiqian said to Han Jiazhi while packing up his shoes: "Put on your shoes, it's cold." ”

In response to Du Zhiqian, there was a heavy sound of the door closing.

After Du Zhiqian packed up his shoes, he got another glass of lemon and honey water, he knocked on Han Jiazhi's door with a water glass, and said, "Jiazhi, you drank wine just now, drink a glass of honey water before going to sleep." ”

Han Jiazhi in the room said resolutely: "Don't drink." ”

Du Zhiqian patiently knocked on Han Jiazhi's door again.

Han Jiazhi said extremely impatiently: "You are annoyed, I said that if you don't drink, you won't drink!" Even if I, Han Jiazhi, die inside, it has nothing to do with you, don't think I'll open this door! ”

Du Zhiqian's attitude was tolerant, and he said in a concerned tone: "Then you rest early, I put the water on the table, and you can come out to drink some when you are thirsty at night." ”

There was no further movement in the room.

Du Zhiqian put the lid on the water cup and placed it on the table in the living room.

After turning off the lights, he went to sleep too.

Han Jiazhi, who was lying in bed early, couldn't sleep for a long time. Not because of a bad mood, but because of ...... Her stomach hurt terribly.

Han Jiazhi covered his stomach on the bed and tossed and turned, so painful that small beads of sweat appeared on his forehead. Her whole body was curled up, gritting her teeth and suffering from unbearable pain.

It's not the first time she's had a stomachache, and she's survived it like this every time, but this time, the pain is worse than ever. It hurt so much that she felt that even if she fainted in the next second, it was not impossible.

It was so uncomfortable that she had to ask Du Zhiqian for help.

Han Jiazhi got up from the bed, leaned against the wall with difficulty, and walked to the door, as soon as her hand touched the handle, she suddenly stopped moving.

- Even if I, Han Jiazhi, die inside, I have nothing to do with you, don't think I'll open this door!

If she goes out like this, she Han Jia will slap her face a lot!

"No, I can't go out like this, even if I die in pain in the room, in bed, I will never ask Du Zhiqian for help!" Otherwise, what a shame! Han Jiazhi returned to bed.

She tried to calm herself with deep breaths, and tried to calm her stomach a little.

But this method was of no use at all, she could not change the reality of her stomach, and she was suffering from great pain.

And she found that the pain was getting worse!

She rolled back on the bed, changing positions to make herself less painful. But no matter what method she used, no posture, she could not free herself from the pain.

Now, she has only two paths:

First, it hurts to death in bed. Second, go to Du Zhiqian for help.

Under the torture of pain, Han Jiazhi resolutely chose the second option.

She got up from the bed again, leaned against the wall and opened the door, and then groped her way to Du Zhiqian's door in the living room where she couldn't see her fingers.

Han Jiazhi weakly knocked on Du Zhiqian's door, and then changed it to a hard beat. Try to make some loud noises so that Du Zhiqian can wake up quickly, otherwise she will probably faint at Du Zhiqian's door.

Soon, the lights in Du Zhiqian's room turned on, and then he was heard getting out of bed and putting on his shoes.

Han Jia's hand propped up the door to support herself.

At the moment when Du Zhiqian opened the door, Han Jiazhi also lost his support point, like a willow leaf blown by the wind, and fell lightly into Du Zhiqian's arms.

"What's wrong?!" Du Zhiqian asked eagerly.

Han Jiazhi was so painful that he couldn't speak, his lips were frighteningly pale, and he was covered in sweat, as if he had just been fished out of the water.

Seeing Han Jiazhi like this, Du Zhiqian picked her up without saying a word, and it was too late to change her clothes, so he hurriedly carried Han Jiazhi to the garage.

After placing Han Jiazhi in the car, he drove quickly and rushed all the way to the nearest hospital.

Han Jiazhi looked at the bright hospital in confusion, as well as the doctors and nurses in white coats.

She seemed to hear the doctor talking to Du Zhiqian, and heard the word 'surgery' in a daze. Han Jiazhi suddenly had a feeling that he was about to die, and he was a little afraid that after he closed his eyes, he would never open them again.

The Chinese New Year is coming soon, her birthday is approaching, she is only eighteen years old, and she doesn't want to die.

Everyone is afraid of death, even Han Jiazhi, who usually disdains everything, is full of fear of death like an ordinary person.

Suddenly, she realized that she was so attached to the world.

The air at 7 a.m. is good, the scenery of the rising sun is beautiful, and the clouds in the sky are of different shapes. The cobblestone paths are swept by by the wind and the scent of flowers, and the bustling crowd passes by.

Not to mention the beautiful sunset, the moon that radiates its clear light, and the starry night sky. Everything was beautiful like a dream, and it was all about to leave her.

The last thing she saw now was Du Zhiqian in pajama slippers, talking to the doctor, and finally she fell into a coma.

Probably because of her illness, she became extremely fragile and sensitive, and even began to be sad, just like when she was a child......

Han Jiazhi, who had a hot body, was lying on the bed, his small body was wrapped tightly, which could be said to be impermeable, for fear that a wisp of cold wind would blow into the quilt and take away this fragile and young life.

She could feel the needles on her hand and the hot towel on her forehead was particularly uncomfortable, but she couldn't remove it.

Han Jiazhi's fox eyes, which had not yet grown, slowly inspected the room, but he didn't find the person he wanted to see.

Her dry and hoarse voice and the first thing she said were, "Where's Mom?" ”

The aunt who was guarding her told her in a coaxing tone, "When the young lady is well, the lady will come back." ”

Han Jiazhi is no longer a six-year-old child, she is already seven years old, of course she will not believe these words of coaxing children. But she faintly hoped that this was true, and she hoped that Han Yan would come back.