With the help of the nurse on duty, Anyang changed into dry clothes in a groggy manner, and his hair fluttered little by little in the warm wind of the hair dryer.

She was stunned to see Makoto's slender hand on the hair dryer, losing her previous calmness and trembling.

She suddenly couldn't tell the difference between reality and dreams, otherwise how could she see such a tired Makoto.

"Brother, has something happened?"

The moment the words were spoken, Makoto's throat let out a heartbreaking choke.

An Yang saw his tears falling again, and immediately panicked, "Am I wrong about something?" Brother, don't cry! In my dreams, you are not allowed to cry......"

However, this sentence made the blood vessels in Cheng's forehead tense instantly, and An Yang's spirit was constantly tortured by drugs during these days, and these pains were cut on his body a thousand times and hundreds of times, until the flesh and blood were blurred.

Dream?! When will he make people sober up when he protects her like this?!

Tears ran into his dry lips, and he suddenly burst into a smile, his red eyes revealing pain, "It's not a dream! Cheng An, how long are we going to deceive each other?! ”

"Do you know, Uncle Chen...... He wants to see you well. ”

"He's dead! Before he died, he wanted to see you grow up! ”

Tears washed Cheng's eyes extraordinarily brightly, and the complex feelings mixed in them shocked Anyang for a while.

She opened her mouth in disbelief, her voice choked in her throat and let out a low, mournful scream.

"No, I don't believe it, I don't believe ......"

Makoto saw her reaction, closed his eyes, and tears fell silently.

"You once told me that you have grown up and don't treat you like a child......"

"So Cheng An, you let me see, let me take a good look......"

[System: Are you really ready to get back to normal?] 】

[Anyang: Acting in the hospital with a split personality, monotonous and boring, I'm about to go crazy......]

[System: No!] You're hungry for his body! 】

[Anyang: Wrong, I am now eating fasting and chanting Buddha, and my love is like smoke and dust. Anyway, I've seen through this world, and I won't let me rub oil to my heart's content. 】

[Anyang: Abusing the body and mind, my young soul has been greatly hurt. Cheng is a silver-like pewter gun head, which is useless. 】

[System: ......]

In the next few days, Anyang's mood was much more stable than before.

Cheng watched her cooperate with the medicine, and the vicissitudes of life rarely bloomed with a smile.

His hand gently touched An Yang's forehead, and the touch became a tacit separation between them.

"Do you want to go out for a walk?"

An Yang nodded, after a while, she seemed to remember something, and reached out and pulled the corner of Cheng's clothes, "I want to go back." ”

"Where?" Sincerely, he didn't understand the meaning of her words.

Pain flashed on An Yang's face, and his eyes were slightly red, "I want to go to the place where my brother took me home, I want to go back and see." ”

Ai Ai's voice made the depths of Makoto's eyes cross the suppressed pain. Holding back to make his expression look calm, he squatted down and straightened Li Anyang's clothes, "Okay, brother, take you back." ”

After three full days of rain, the outside world became colder and colder.

An Yang sat in the co-pilot's seat, and out of the corner of his eye, he saw Cheng's fingers holding the steering wheel, and his eyes flashed gloom.

After a pause, she opened her mouth and stabbed Makoto twice in the heart, "In the past, my uncle drove, and I never called him properly. ”

"Brother, if a person dies, will he really never see it again?"