Ginger wine's eyes widened.

"Where does he look like a man?"

The mother and son stared at each other, both of them seeming to be confused and shocked.

In Jiang Ci's opinion, although Coco has long hair, as soon as he sees him, he knows that he is a man; Men and women are completely different in size, and even though Coco has a slender skeleton, he knows his gender at a glance.

And for ginger wine, Coco is completely a woman among women, except for the fact that her chest is a little flat, her delicate and beautiful face and delicate white skin, she is simply a fake woman!

Soon, the car stopped in front of the hospital.

Chu Ran wasn't there, she couldn't go in directly, she reported her name to the doorman.

The doorman glanced at her, checked her information, and put her in just like that.

The doorman's reaction confirmed a certain suspicion in her heart.

With an indescribable mood, ginger wine came to the door of Wen Xili's ward.

It was already dark.

A faint light leaked through the crack in the door, and the man who had grieved her for years was separated from her by a wall.

She had many questions to ask him, but she was afraid that she would never be able to forgive him if she knew the answers.

A door away, she couldn't muster up the courage to push it open.

Jiang Ci raised his head and looked at Jiang Jiu, and then opened the door for her without waiting for Jiang Jiu to come back to his senses.

The lights in front of him were bright, Jiang Jiu felt that his heartbeat was skipping a beat, and before he had time to teach Jiang Ci a lesson, the voice of the man in the room came out: "Who?" ”

I haven't heard him in three years.

She never thought that this man's voice would one day make her heart throb.

It hurts to crack.

How can he bear to .........?

There was silence in the ward for a while, and then, as if guessing who the person at the door was, he hesitated, whispered, and asked, "Wine?" ”

Jiang Jiu bit his lip suddenly, and felt an unbearable pain stretching out of his body.

After saying this, the man also fell silent, and the atmosphere in the air was sluggish, as if he knew each other's feelings, and the two of them tacitly agreed not to speak again.

After a long time, Jiang Jiu finally had the courage to lead Jiang Ci in.

Wen Xili's ward, as in the past, was very plainly decorated.

He leaned against the head of the bed, and by his fingers was a French book, black in plastic cover, which looked like a copy.

Ginger wine looked at him.

It's been three years, and she thinks she can't bear his eyes anymore and can't accept his amnesia, but at this moment, she finds herself calm.

Extreme calm.

The pain that flowed all over his body also quieted down.

She stood in front of the man expressionlessly, looking at him without saying a word, the temperature in her blood seemed to have cooled down, Jiang Ci must have known how cold her fingers were at the moment, and he kept looking up at her uneasily.

Wen Xili also looked at her.

He was dressed in a hospital gown, his face was thin, and his skin was tinged with a faint sickly pale under the warm light and shadow above his head.

Obviously, before this day, both of them had a stomach to say to each other, but now they were standing face to face, but they were suddenly both silent.

After a long time, Jiang Jiu gently withdrew her gaze, she closed her eyes, her face gradually turned pale under the light, and her voice trembled and whispered: "Wen Xili, you lied to me......"

You lied to me, all these years, you lied to me.