"It's here, it's irrelevant." Wen Xili broke away from her hand and took a blanket and draped it over her shoulder, "You rest early, and when Jiang Jiu comes back, you have to accompany her to relax, don't you fall ill first." ”

"Xili," Mrs. Wen was silent for a moment, and couldn't help but say, "Actually, ......"

Wen Xili interrupted her: "I'm not interested. ”

Mrs. Wen was slightly stunned, looking at her son with red eyes, but seeing that he looked as usual, she couldn't tell what he was thinking now.

He got it?

When did you find out?

Why didn't you come to ask her?

Will you hate her?

Is it to blame her?

……

Countless thoughts floated in her mind for a moment, and then disappeared under Wen Xili's calm and flat expression, she didn't know how to speak, and now, in addition to uneasiness, she felt another layer of guilt.

Perhaps, when she made that choice, she was no longer qualified to ask Wen Xili again: Do you hate me back?

"Xili," Mrs. Wen lowered her head and choked a few times before she said, "No matter what you think, but you must know that Mom does this because she loves you." ”

Wen Xili said, "I know. ”

He added, "I'll send you upstairs to rest." ”

Mrs. Wen nodded with red eyes, took her son's hand, and went upstairs.

Stopping in front of the bedroom, Mrs. Wen, who was wearing a thin blanket, raised her hand and gently stroked her son's cheek, her eyes were warm and gentle, and she whispered: "My little Xili, I have really grown up......"

Wen Xili's eyes moved slightly, and he sighed softly, "Go and rest." ”

Mrs. Wen nodded, slowly turned around, and entered the bedroom.

Sending his mother back to her room, Wen Xili leaned against the wall, looked into the void, and exhaled.

Some things, as he just said, don't matter anymore.

People's hearts are fickle, not to mention that so much time has passed.

What was once unacceptable is now a fact.

He couldn't blame her for anything, and besides, everything was his own choice.

At this point, there is no way back.

*

When Ginger woke up from his sleep, for a moment, he didn't realize that he had changed places.

She was dazed, still very weak, staring at the white ceiling for a few moments before slowly beginning to shift her gaze.

It's no longer a memorial ornament.

She was lying on a double bed, and opposite, there was a huge projection screen, beige curtains, lifted by the wind, and she saw the ocean not far away.

When Jiang Jiu saw the sparkling coastline, she froze for a moment, thinking that she was sleeping stupidly.

It wasn't until Ling Zihan pushed open the door, walked in, and invited her out to bask on the beach with a wheelchair, that she realized that she had been moved to another place by Ling Zihan.

He was still the same, polite, gentle and handsome, standing by the bed to invite her, also elegant and impeccable, those brown eyes looked at her, looking gentle and amiable.

Jiang Jiu slapped him away and handed it to Lai, and his voice was hoarse: "Get out!" ”

She was slightly flustered.

She seems to have been moved farther and farther away by him.

So when will she be able to escape?

"Mr. Jiang," Ling Zihan sighed softly, and he said in a quiet tone, "This is the chance we only have a few days left to be alone." ”