I don't know how long it has been.

Xia Huaihua clearly felt the tentacles of death extending to every vein in her body.

Suddenly.

A voice rang out.

It seems to come from the far end of the world, the distant cape, coming from the wind, which seems to be real and illusory.

"Acacia flowers! Acacia flowers! Acacia flowers! ”

The voice was a little angry.

"Who is it?" The summer locust flower squirmed her lips and sounded like a mosquito and a fly.

It was this subtle voice that was captured by Ling Su.

He clung to the wall, breathing in the pungent smell of fresh cement, "Sophora Flower, are you in there?" Answer me! ”

The two of them were clinging to a wall, but it was like being separated by thousands of mountains and rivers, Xia Huaihua was pulled back to reality by Ling Su's voice, and just wanted to answer, but was overwhelmed by a sense of powerlessness.

Going between coma and sobriety, she didn't know if what she was hearing and thinking was real or if she had imagined it when she was in a daze.

It was not Ya Mingming, not Ma Suqin, not Su Caiyi who really defeated her.

Instead, Ling Su's life has nothing to do with her journey.

He is him.

She is her.

Even if they meet by chance on the street, according to Ling Su's personality, I'm afraid I don't even bother to give her one.

Yes, she's dark and ugly, and she doesn't have a good temper.

How can he be virtuous.

Can there be ...... Such a dream!

The darkness swallowed her breath, her ears drowned out with a buzzing sound, and she felt like she had lost consciousness after being pulled into a void, darkness, boundless space.

The wall is broken.

The bricks that were stacked up one by one were picked up by Ling Su.

The sun outside the window shone on her bloodless face.

The cold light stung Ling Su's eyes.

The wall collapsed, and Xia Huaihua collapsed softly in Ling Su's arms.

Like a puppet that has lost its soul.

No breath, no temperature, no emotion.

Ling Su didn't have time to think, his hand reached into her neck, and there was a slight tremor under his fingertips.

"There is still salvation!" Ling Su was overjoyed, "Hold on!" You can still be saved! Don't be afraid! ”

Instilling this kind of thinking in a dying person without any medical care can stimulate her desire to survive.

A strong desire to survive stimulates adrenaline.

This is the most helpless thing Ling Su has ever learned in the army, and he has always laughed at him and said that he has not used the most first aid methods.

On the way to the hospital, he kept telling Xia Huaihua.

She is still saved.

Don't be afraid, just hold on!

It wasn't until she was pushed into the emergency room that these words became Ling Su's first aid medicine again.

He kept repeating it in his mind, silently.

Until, Xia Huaihua was pushed out wearing a ventilator.

Although he sent Xia Huaihua to the hospital as soon as possible, it was because the brain was deprived of oxygen for too long.

There is slight damage to the organs in the body, and there is no time to be awake.

She lay quietly.

No more babbling, no more talking back to him.

He just lay quietly, surrounded by the sound of cold instruments working.

Ling Su sat on the edge of Xia Huaihua's bed, holding her cold hand.

Her hands, so small.

As petite as her people.

It is said that the human heart and fist are about the same size, which shows how careful the woman lying down is.

"The old lady is greedy for money and lustful, what's wrong!"

She pursed her lips coquettishly, and her mouth was full of unreasonable arguments.

Ling Su raised his lips and raised his head: "Good ......" In his eyes, where did the unreasonable little woman come from, he looked at the cold instrument and said lightly, "What did you say...... All right. ”

The smile that overflowed the corners of his mouth slowly retracted.

It was this unreasonable little woman who occupied all his body and mind.

From the beginning, she was different in his eyes.

It's not beautiful, but it's extremely beautiful.

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