"An expensive ring is no match for eternal love, and at this point, its value is over."

Feng Gu Qiao walked over and put the ring with his, she held back the fierce sourness in her nose, "It's just a ring, what can it represent, do you think I really care?" ”

Picking up two rings that were exactly the same size, the corners of Feng Guqiao's mouth curled, opened the window and threw them directly out of the window, the two rings quickly drew into two points of light in the air, and disappeared quickly, and he couldn't even see where they fell to the ground.

The wind outside blew in, blowing a few strands of Feng Gu Qiao's long silky hair, and she still looked downstairs without looking back.

"Such an expensive ring should be picked up soon."

Wu Yanjue's eyes darkened as he looked at her back, and his thin lips tightened into a sharp arc.

After a pause, Feng Gu Qiao looked at the teardrops that fell on the thin ash of the window lattice, and gave an eviction order, "You came all the way to return this ring, and now that the ring is over, there is probably no point in leaving it, you can go." ”

"An An ......"

Feng Gu Qiao turned around, the wind ruffled her long hair, blowing her wide hospital gown, her eyes were warm, staring at him coldly, indifferently interrupting his words, "I don't want to listen to meaningless nonsense." ”

Wu Yanjue looked at Feng Gu Qiao, who seemed to have completely changed in an instant, the dull pain in his chest became more and more intense, and he forced his expression to cool down.

"Take care of yourself." Dropping a sentence, Wu Yanjue turned around and left.

"I don't need you to worry about my body." Feng Gu Qiao replied indifferently to his farewell concern.

Wu Yanjue paused to open the door, and then did not look back, and closed the door directly, isolating the two worlds.

A patient in the corridor accidentally touched the potion in the nurse's tray, and the disinfectant was spilled on the ground, and the pungent smell became even stronger.

The windows were wide open, his brows were obscured by the wind's messy hair, and the cigarettes between his fingertips were scarlet sparks in the wind.

There was a creak, and the door of the ward opened not far away.

Bian Yisheng's eyes narrowed slightly as he looked into the distance, and casually flicked the cigarette ash at the trash can next to him.

He slowly turned his head and looked at Wu Yanjue, who was standing still at the door.

"Come here."

Wu Yanjue glanced at Bian Yisheng, his eyebrows did not move, and he was silent for a second before walking away.

Twisting and extinguishing the remaining half of the unburned cigarette in the stone ashtray on the lid of the trash can, Bian Yisheng slowly spit out the smoke ring, and at the moment of the smoke, he turned his face sideways and asked Wu Yanjue behind him, "Give it back to her?" ”

Wu Yanjue had no expression on his face, looking indifferent and stiff, "You should see it." ”

Bian Yisheng let out a cold snort from his nasal cavity, "Death of this heart, just right, let her die too." ”

"You seem to be happy with the result."

The cold sneer in Bian Yisheng's eyes was even worse, he turned around, leaned his back against the porcelain edge of the windowsill, and looked at the boy standing in front of him, "I said earlier, I don't think well of you and An An." ”

"The more she likes you, the less optimistic I am, the depth of love, the sincerity of giving must be proportional to the pain that will be endured, not to mention that you can't stand a little twist and turn."

"You don't have the ability to give her happiness, her liking is just a joy, her self-righteous empty joy."

Bian Yisheng's side face was resolute, and his eyes were like the mansion of a merciful ant, "Don't miss her, don't give her room to turn around, make a complete decision, this is the best ending for you." ”