Thump! Although I had been mentally prepared for the short fall, the moment I entered the water, my brain was still blank for a moment due to the huge impact. Reason instantly recovered, and I wanted to struggle, but I felt that my whole body seemed to fall apart, and I couldn't exert any strength. The internal organs burned so much that I almost fainted. Damn it! I had tried my best to adjust my body shape before entering the water, but judging by the burning sensation like tearing my internal organs, I was sure that I should be diagonally downward, and my chest and abdomen should be directly in contact with the water on the surface of the water, and I am afraid that my heart and lungs and other internal organs have been damaged.

Thinking of this, I couldn't help but smile bitterly, I was about to die, I was still so rational in diagnosing myself, no wonder even the section chief said that I was a medical idiot. But I am a non-professional medical idiot, as a thoracic surgeon, I don't like scalpels, I only like to fiddle with Chinese herbal medicine. I am not boasting, but I am afraid that my familiarity with Chinese medicine is difficult to even match those who are from a professional class.

Alas······ It's a pity that I'm afraid that this time it will be more than lucky......

Holding his breath sharply worsens the burning sensation in his internal organs, and his lungs feel as if they are about to burst. Oh, Yan Linxuan, Yan Linxuan, what are you struggling with? Isn't it a relief to have struggled for so long, and to end here? As soon as I thought about this, I couldn't hold my breath any longer, and a stream of river water carrying grains of sand poured into my mouth and nose and went straight to my lungs. The body also fell uncontrollably into the abyss······

I'm afraid it's ······ You're really going to die, right? I thought to myself, my consciousness drifting away······

I don't know how long it took, but a white light suddenly appeared in front of me. I'm a little surprised, am I not dead yet? When I looked around, I realized that there was nothingness all around me. The white mang receded, revealing the figure of the young man. He screamed at me, and I couldn't hear anything. Suddenly, the surroundings were no longer white and vast, but high cliff tops. He approached me step by step, but I stepped back step by step, and finally my feet were empty, and I couldn't help but scream. Mixed with the screams, a roar full of hatred floated: "You go to die!" ”

That's the picture before I fell off the cliff. The surrounding scene gradually receded, and all that remained was the resentful and hideous face. He is the younger brother I grew up with. Ridiculous, right? My brother, who has been with me for more than 20 years, will hate me so far. When I was a child, we were so close, but I don't know when he changed from a young age to the devil who forced me off the cliff today.

Actually, I know the reason for this. When I won the award trophy from school again and again, and became "someone else's child" in the mouth of my classmates and neighbors again and again, I did not miss the disdain that flashed in his eyes. He was disdainful, not because he couldn't accept being compared to me, but because he somehow learned that I wasn't my parents' biological daughter. In his eyes, I must be a thief who took away the love and attention that should belong to him, so he gave up on himself and protested in a self-depraved way, and since then he has become a frequent visitor to the police station and juvenile detention center.

Now, I will return to him the love and care I have received for more than 30 years. But is that really good? No, it won't be better anymore, he is no longer the little boy who can pinch his mother's shoulders and beat his legs, and now he will only blindly ask for it. It's okay to just blindly ask for it, but thinking of the picture of him speaking ill of his mother and his father's fists and kicks, I just feel sad in my heart. That's it······ After so many years of tossing and turning between my parents and younger brother, I am powerless and unable to manage it anymore······

Another burst of darkness hit, and I lost consciousness again.

******

I don't know how long it took, but there was a cool wetness on my lips. It's water! Someone is using a damp cloth to help me moisturize my lips! Who is it? Have I been saved? I want to open my eyes, but my eyelids weigh as much as a thousand pounds. I had to listen with bated breath and try to discern where I was. But the surroundings were surprisingly quiet, except for the sound of even and long breathing beside him.

After a moment, there was another touch on his lips. Unlike the previous cool and wet feeling, this time it is extremely soft to the touch, what is it?

As he pondered, a warm, slightly sweet liquid flowed into his mouth. All of a sudden, my whole body stiffened, and someone was feeding me by mouth! I tried to resist, but my whole body was like a stone, and I couldn't move at all.

This person...... Who is it? The people who can take care of me in this way must be people who are very close to me. But in my thirty years of life, has there really been such a person? I've only had three boyfriends to study medicine, and each relationship has unsurprisingly ended with him complaining that I only know how to work.

My mother was really worried about this, and she couldn't help but complain to me: "Is it possible that you want to live with medical books for the rest of your life?" ”

I replied to her with a smile: "Why not, anyway, all the way to the end, the only one who can accompany me is myself." ”

Mom had to sigh and shake her head.

Because of this, my friends also say that I am a cold person. What's so bad about coldness? At least I don't live for anyone else, only for myself.

The soft touch that reappeared pulled my mind back. His lips were so cold. The lips covered and departed, and departed and covered, sending the warm sweetness into my mouth again and again. Every time I leaned over, his breath fluttered lightly on the wing of my nose, wrapped in a faint scent of sandalwood.

Oh, my God! I just can't stand this kind of tenderness and intimacy. I tried my best, but I couldn't lift my eyelids or move my fingers.

I couldn't swallow, I just felt the warm liquid slip down my throat and into my stomach.

Every time his lips left, he would pause on mine, as if lingering, as if soothing, extremely gentle. Such a gentle and intimate contact made my whole body tingle, and I really wanted to open my eyes to see who was in front of me.

But for some reason, his behavior made me feel sad for a while, or was he the one who was really sad?

The sound of a porcelain bowl falling on the table beside the bed, a silk silk tossing around my lips through his warm fingertips.

Wipe the soup stains, and the sound of clothes rubbing in my ears is heard. Suddenly my wrist warmed, and my hand was clutched in his palm, and his palm was slightly moist, covering the back of my hand. Suddenly, he turned my hand upside down, and I only felt a slightly cool piece of skin on the back of my hand, which should be his cheek.

He took a deep breath, his body trembled slightly, and called in a low voice, "Xuan'er...... Xuan'er ......"

His voice was also a little trembling, but the timbre was as warm and clear as spring water, but it was an unfamiliar voice.

Who is he? Who would have such a worried tone?

At this time, I only heard him murmur again: "Xuan'er, I know you can hear me...... After all these days, can you open your eyes and look at me? Suddenly, he smiled self-deprecatingly. I know you hate me and want to stay as far away from me as possible, so you have to wake up quickly, or I'll always be by your side......"

Listening to his whispers, I was confused, what was he talking about?

His voice gradually became hoarse: "Xuan'er, don't sleep anymore, okay?" You've slept for so long, haven't you slept enough? ……”

He was still talking, in a very flat tone, as if he was talking. But for some reason, I always felt that something was strongly suppressed under that calm tone, as if the next moment it would be irrepressible and erupt. I just feel that the people around me are very depressed and hard, and my heart is inexplicably sour......

It's strange that I don't know who he is, or even what he's talking about, but why would my mood be so easily influenced by him? A warm liquid slipped from the corners of his eyes and silently fell into his hair.

I'm not a brain doctor, but I know very well what I'm doing: I can hear everything around me, which means that I am in a mild coma, mainly caused by a lack of oxygen to the brain, and it's hard to say whether I will wake up completely. Thinking of this, I couldn't help but smile bitterly......

My consciousness fluctuated, and in my dream I vaguely saw a man in a cyan costume walking towards me, and I seemed to have known him for a long time, and greeted him with a smile. I couldn't make out his face, but I was sure he was smiling at me. We got closer and closer, and finally he stretched out his right arm and slowly embraced me. My face pressed against his chest, the sound of a strong heartbeat came from my ears, and the tip of my nose lingered with the quiet scent of sandalwood.

Sandalwood? My heart pounded. Is that the person? I was about to look up at his face again, but he leaned down, resting his chin on my shoulder, and whispered softly into my ears. And I didn't hear a word about what he said. I just feel that being embraced by him like this, my body is warm, and my heart is also warm.

Gradually, the vision dissipated like a cloud, transforming into an open space on the top of the mountain. For some reason, my heart ached. Looking up at the man in Tsing Yi in front of me, his face was still blurred, but I could feel that the gentle smile on his face had long since disappeared, replaced by a sly and sinister expression. I saw his mouth open and close, and the corners of his mouth curled up in a mocking arc.

It was strange that I couldn't hear what he was saying, but I felt anger, humiliation, and despair all come over me. I suddenly burst out laughing uncontrollably, laughing hysterically and without a single image. But he looked at me with interest, as if I was a play on the stage, just putting on a good show for him.

I was tired of laughing, and I laughed enough, just gasping for air. He said something lightly, and then spread out his palm at me, and there was a white jade bottle lying in his palm.

Looking at the jade bottle, there was only endless despair in his chest. I gently opened my lips and slowly spat out two words: "No. And he jumped into the ......