As she grew up, she began to study, and then left the orphanage to wander outside on her own. After two years of living a dirty life in the underground of the imperial capital, she met Xie Jinsong, a man who was like a god and rescued her from a group of men. Later, she entered the entertainment industry, and she became popular for a year, and she had already stepped into the sun with half a foot, but unfortunately she met Yang Minghui, and that person dragged her to hell again.

Two years was enough time to destroy her, she begged Xie Jinsong to send her away, and in another two years she came back and met Yang Minghui again. It seemed that her life would never escape him, so she began to compromise after a long period of fruitless persistence. In fact, Yang Minghui is okay with her, at least in this world, only he can remember himself, and he has been by his side for countless late nights.

She hates Yang Minghui, if it weren't for him, she might be different today, and she might be able to stand in front of Xie Jinsong and say she likes it. But that love also became so unbearable after Xu Sangtian appeared, and there was no one in the world who was more suitable to stand by his side than Xu Sangtian.

She was suddenly sad, she began to let go, she began to observe Xu Sangtian, she began to envy. No, she has been envious all her life, her heart is too bitter, her body is too tired, so she wants to rest, and the moment she puts it down, she feels more relaxed than ever. She knew that even if the whole world would forget her, but Yang Minghui would not, she was very glad that the world did not go in vain, which was the last reason for her to comfort herself.

Yang Minghui kept wiping her tears, but her tears were too many to finish. He leaned down and kissed her in the eye, gently, like a feather brushing through it.

He pressed his forehead against her and whispered, "Shihao, I'm sorry for making you sad." But, forgive me, I still don't want you to leave. ”

The world is cold, and it is too difficult for a lonely person to embrace another lonely person. Because the first lonely one used the wrong way.

When Song Shihao woke up, the sunlight had already sprinkled on her bed through the floor-to-ceiling windows. She raised her hand to get the sunshine, only to find a small piece of duct tape on the back of her hand. She stared at the tape for a few moments before she realized what had happened.

Yesterday she was sick, and in the evening Yang Minghui came over, and it seemed that he called the doctor for himself.

At this moment, the bedroom door was opened, Yang Minghui came in with hot porridge, his footsteps paused, and Song Shihao looked at each other: "Awake?" ”

Song Shihao nodded, even though she woke up in Yang Minghui's arms many mornings, she left immediately after waking up, and never got along alone in the morning.

Yang Minghui walked to the small sofa beside her and sat down, stirred the porridge in the bowl with a spoon to let the temperature dissipate a little, and then scooped a spoonful and sent it to her mouth: "You had a high fever yesterday, and you just woke up today, so you can't eat too much." ”

Song Shihao's face was still a little pale, and her lips were about to fade, she looked at the porridge in front of her, and then looked at Yang Minghui sitting beside her, but she didn't move. Yang Minghui also kept a posture, and the two confronted each other like this.

After a long time, Song Shihao finally bowed his head slightly, opened his mouth and drank all the porridge in the spoon. A hint of joy flashed in Yang Minghui's focused eyes, and then one person fed and one person drank, and there was no communication between the two.