As soon as she heard her words, she knew that she was going to stay and take care of Lu Moqing, a trace of undetectable loneliness flashed in her eyes, but her face was free and easy, and said:

"Then I'll go, but if he really doesn't want to live, you can leave him alone."

Qiao Xu was amused by his words, and the depressed mood just now was a little better.

"I know, if he wants to die, I'll give him a ride with my own hands."

"It's okay, so I have one less rival."

Shen Zeheng nodded approvingly, but it attracted Qiao Xu's warning eyes, he could only raise his hand in surrender, open the door and walk out of the ward, where Qiao Xu couldn't see, the smile on the corner of his mouth gently fell.

After waiting for so many years, it is still not as good as Lu Moqing's big pig's trotters.

Is it only to blame that they met too late?

If he had met Lifelike earlier than Lu Moqing, would the result be different?

Thinking like this, Shen Zeheng smiled a little self-deprecatingly and went back to the duty room.

After sending Shen Zeheng away, Qiao Xu stood alone in the ward, looking at Lu Moqing, who was pale with a pale face, and his mood was very complicated.

She had never seen Lu Moqing like this, and she lost the fierce oppressive momentum on her body, and became fragile, as if she could crush him as long as she moved her fingers slightly.

She never thought that she would see Lu Moqing like this one day.

Thinking that half an hour ago, he was still holding her hand, his eyes full of begging so that when she gave him a chance, she could still feel the faint pain in her heart.

How easy it is to give a chance, but she doesn't have the courage to take another risk on Lu Moqing.

But she can't deny that she really can't let go of Lu Moqing, the person who was determined to marry at first sight, how can she say that she will let go.

She sighed, stepped forward to help him cover the quilt, and turned off all the lights, leaving only a faint night light.

In the dim light, she looked at Lu Moqing's angular face, and felt that the momentum around him had softened a lot.

This reminded her of the first time she saw him, when she sat on the edge of the pool, and he sat beside her, with warmth all over him, gently wiping her tears.

Every move was so gentle that it could drown her.

He was actually a person who was not very good at talking, and he said a lot of bad jokes to make her laugh, but she just couldn't laugh, so she could only look at him stupidly, which made him very embarrassed in the end.

At that time, he was still very careful to ask her if the joke he said was really not funny at all.

She remembered that at that time, she was very embarrassed to say that his jokes did not attract her with his face, and made him blush.

Recalling the appearance when they first met, Qiao Xu's eyes couldn't help but soften a little, and the corners of his lips faintly outlined a little smile.

Withdrawing her gaze from his face, she walked to the corner, moved the chaise longue leaning against the corner, and sat down on the edge of the bed, suddenly feeling that the scene was somewhat familiar.

Then, she thought of the time when she was in a car accident and was hospitalized with a concussion, he was nestled in such a small recliner and stayed with her all night.

The next day, his face was not very good, and his eyes were bloodshot.

At this time, the two changed roles, and the feeling was completely different.

She sat down on the recliner, her eyes stopped on the potion hanging by Lu Moqing, and before she knew it, she fell asleep.