Ye Ning still just stood there quietly, looking at the thin figure with that kind of pity and godless gaze.

Sneer.

Can you be saved by hurting yourself?

It's just self-deception.

She raised her hand slightly, as if caressing the girl's face, her smiling face was stained with blood, and the light was dim, like a ghost.

Ye Ning smiled, her thin lips slightly hooked, her expression sarcastic and disgusted.

"It's ugly."

"Who will pity you like this."

With that, she smashed the illusion in front of her fiercely, and in the illusion of light and shadow, a painful face slipped over it, and it was not real.

"There has never been a god in this world."

"It's terrible to put your hopes in someone else to save yourself or something."

She looked back one last time, and then buried the shadow of the emaciated boy in the shattered illusion.

Everything is back in darkness.

I don't know how long it took, and in a trance, I could perceive the dazzling light, like a bright shadowless lamp on the operating table.

All that was left of the body was numbness.

The whispers of conversation, the clashing of metal instruments, and the gurgling of blood buzzed in my ears, and it was annoying.

I'm back in this place again.

Hospital.

When I woke up again, I was greeted by a white ceiling.

"Are you awake?"

A calm voice completely rejuvenated her wandering consciousness.

Ye Ning opened her eyes gently, her slender eyelashes trembled, stained with the soft light spilled from the window, and her bloodless and chapped lips moved, but she couldn't speak.

She seemed to have had a dream.

One, a distant, familiar and desperate dream.

"Don't force yourself next time, tell me if you're uncomfortable."

"Don't worry about it, little fool."

Lu Xiubai sat on the edge of the bed, reflecting the soft sunlight, the cold and hard lines of his side face appeared softer than usual, and his eyes were deep, but full of warm warmth.

Ye Ning just looked at him like that for a long time, but there was some inexplicable astringency in his eyes.

He carefully tucked the quilt for her, gently placed the back of the infusion hand in a flat place, then rubbed her somewhat messy hair, and continued to speak.

"The doctor said that you can't eat or drink today, you can only rely on infusions, and you can't move."

"When the anesthesia is over, I will help you turn over, this recovery is very fast, if the situation is good, you can be discharged from the hospital in four or five days, I will help you ask for leave."

"And ......"

Ye Ning suddenly raised her hand and grabbed his wrist, hooked her lips and chuckled, interrupting Lu Xiubai's next tirade.

"You're really like my mother, Dr. Lu."

"I'll have you to take care of me in the future."

Her voice was hoarse, tinged with a hint of exhaustion and weakness.

Lu Xiubai quietly looked at her smiling empty eyes, his eyes sank, and his heart throbbed violently.

Before she woke up, he helped her wipe the tears from the corners of her eyes.

It must have been painful before living so well and so wantonly.

For the first time, he had such a strong desire, wanting to encircle the weak person in front of him in his arms and never let go.

All you have to do is have a blast and run wild.

I'll take care of you.

Before Ye Ning could react, Lu Xiubai leaned down, took her cold lips in his mouth, and gently licked the chapped wound with the tip of his warm tongue.

"If the little demon doesn't take good care of himself, be careful that I run away with others."

Ye Ning was a little annoyed by him, and after dissipating the last trace of shadow under her eyes, her seductive peach blossom eyes narrowed slightly, and she licked the corners of her lips unsatisfactorily.

"Who dares to grab my things."

As soon as she finished speaking, she pinched his jaw and kissed him.

The air was quiet, except for the lingering hustle and bustle that filled the room.