"Don't you know? The whole hospital knew that I was married, and my husband's name was Shen Mosheng, who was very good to me and came to pick me up every day to commute to work. ”

Han Yingying shook the hairpin on her head sweetly, completely forgetting that she had just withdrawn from her words of love.

"This is the wooden hairpin that my husband made for me, and every pattern is carved by him, which is very delicate and unique in the world."

Looking at the drifting face that smiled sweetly, Shi Lou only felt in a trance, as if a certain part of his heart had been hollowed out, empty cold, and stabbing pain.

He subconsciously raised his hand, wanting to cover his chest and block the cold wind that raged and poured in.

But his hands trembled so much that he couldn't lift them.

He, what's going on?

"What's wrong with you?" Seeing that Shi Lou's face was even more ugly than just now, Han Yingying twisted her eyebrows with some concern, "Are you uncomfortable?" We went back to the hospital immediately."

"You're so happy because he gave you a hairpin?" Shi Lou asked irrelevant questions.

"Not only hairpins, but also combs and mirrors. The patterns on it are all cherry blossoms, and Shen Mosheng said that because my name comes from cherry blossoms, he wanted to give it to me, a cherry blossom that belongs to me. ”

Han Yingying said as she took out a mirror and a comb from her bag, her face full of pride and show-off.

Although she has been showing off almost every person since she went to work, she never gets tired.

Looking at the exquisitely crafted wooden comb and mirror, Shi Lou only felt that the hollow in his heart was even bigger.

He tugged at the corners of his mouth with difficulty, trying to show a friendly smile, but failed, and finally only said lightly: "It's beautiful." ”

"Of course, Shen Mosheng is a great god and can do anything." With a glint of adoration in her eyes, Han Yingying was completely like an old king selling melons and boasting about herself.

"He's the one who accompanied you to the concert that day?"

"yes, do you remember him?"

"Well, he was looking at you all the day, and his eyes were very focused." Shi Lou heard that he was praising Shen Mosheng, but he didn't know how to say these words.

Han Yingying smiled a little embarrassedly: "He likes to stare at me very much, and he makes you laugh." ”

"You can see that he loves you very much."

"Well, I love it, more than I love myself." The longer they get along, the more Han Yingying understands how deep Shen Mosheng's love is, and the more she doesn't want to live up to him, the more she wants to repay him with the same love.

But she knows that there is no complete equality in this world.

All she can do is cherish every bit of Shen Mosheng's kindness to her, and do her best to be good to Shen Mosheng.

Looking at Han Yingying's complete trust, Shi Lou tugged at the corners of his mouth vigorously.

But I didn't know that it hurt my heart.

He finally raised his hand with difficulty and pressed it to his chest, but he still couldn't stop the cold wind that was rushing in from all sides, as if it wanted to break every bone in him.

Seeing that his face was pale and his expression was painful, Han Yingying was startled, quickly put away his things, and looked at him with a worried face.

"How are you? Let's go back to the hospital, it's only early in the morning, and there are nine hours left after your birthday, and I'll help you make up for it when it's dawn."

"No, that's it for birthdays. We went back to the hospital, I was tired and wanted to rest. Shi Lou didn't look at Han Yingying again, afraid that he would do something excessive uncontrollably.

Han Yingying is married, what excuse does he have to rely on Han Yingying?

It turned out that it was not warmth, but a cold snap that had already been swept away by others, and there was only a little residual warmth before others came.