In the middle of the night, Fu Yusheng entered Xie Jinxiao's room, held his bare hand, and said in his heart: "I don't want you to get married, never want to." If you have to tie the knot, I hope that person will be me. ”

These words can only survive in the dark of night, like Cinderella's dancing shoes, which will disappear when the time comes.

Song Shihao apartment, she asked for leave from the hospital, and stayed in the apartment with Yang Minghui all the time. The two of them, there is nowhere to go, no one to visit, not even a place to call "home".

They are like duckweed floating on the water, they met by chance, and in the vast water, they could only snuggle up to each other and call that place of residence home, but unfortunately, they both knew that they could not be together.

Song Shihao cried for a long time yesterday, and had nightmares in the middle of the night, those nightmares about Yang Minghui, in the dream, she cried again, and then woke up, only to find that it was Yang Minghui's sudden tenderness and confession that woke her up.

She was still in his arms, his arms wrapping her tight. He is like a giant dragon, guarding his treasure, not allowing others to touch it or letting her leave.

The room was heated and the quilt was thick, but she still felt cold, so she cowered into his arms. There was a faint moonlight outside the window, and his brows were very peaceful in the moonlight. Song Shihao looked at him and didn't move.

That night, as long as Yang Minghui apologized to her, she forgave him, and now he apologized to himself, like a heavy shackle in his heart that was untied, the anklet that tied her was finally released, and his body felt light in an instant. How coaxing she is now, just an apology is enough, if it was before, I wouldn't feel relieved of my hatred when I killed him.

That's why now she can stay quietly in his arms, so that he can hold her hand and listen to what he whispers in his ear.

Him: "It's a good time, let's go out together when spring comes." ”

Song Shihao shook her head, she didn't know if she could survive until spring, and even if she did, she might not go out with him. How embarrassing it is for them to go out together in such a relationship.

He said: "Okay, do I still have a chance?" ”

Song Shihao shook her head, she didn't want to be with him, she was afraid of such feelings.

Yang Minghui smiled bitterly, but didn't force it, just asked pleadingly: "Can I take care of you like now?" ”

Song Shihao hesitated for a moment, now that she has such a relationship, even she doesn't know what is the premise of such care.

She asked, "Atonement?" There was a mocking smile in his voice.

Yang Minghui hugged her tighter, and rested his chin on her shoulder: "Well, atonement." ”

"When do you want to shine mushrooms?"

"You die, or I die."

Song Shihao's heart moved slightly, and his palm subconsciously touched the pinhole he had covered with a tattoo, and only nodded lightly after a long time: "Okay." ”

She didn't know why she agreed, probably because she didn't have any hope for her life, or maybe because he would be sent in sooner or later, so it didn't matter.

A smile rose at the corner of Yang Minghui's mouth, and he was overjoyed by her answer, it doesn't matter if he can't be together, he can still take care of her and look at her. But in an instant, a huge panic crept into his heart, and he forgot that there was another possibility, the possibility that Song Shihao would get married.