Father Rong looked at the figure of Mother Rong leaving, took out his mobile phone from his pocket, and sent a text message to Qiao Muqi.

Turned around and walked into the hospital room, looking at her haggard daughter.

At night, the night was quiet, the sky was full of stars, Qiao Muqi stood by the window, looking at the moon with his head raised.

This is a normal day before the college entrance examination, but my heart is full of satisfaction and happiness.

"Ding······ Ding······" Qiao Muqi's mobile phone text message ringtone suddenly rang.

His mobile phone number has not been widely announced, who will send him a message, Qiao Muqi looked at the mobile phone on the desk curiously.

Qiao Muqi thought for a while, walked quickly to the desk, picked up the mobile phone on the desk and opened it, sender: Principal Rong.

Qiao Muqi's heart was apprehensive and opened the content of the message: "Evening seven, I'm sick, you come and see her." ”

Qiao Muqi's eyes suddenly dimmed, and a worried look hovered on his face.

That night, Qiao Muqi tossed and turned in his bed. After reading the information, he still had trouble sleeping. However, it's normal to worry about not being able to sleep.

He turned over again, but still couldn't sleep, Qiao Muqi simply sat up, leaned on the edge of the bed, and sighed. In fact, his mood was very sad and melancholy, but the full worry seemed to be expressed only by sighing.

He felt that with each breath he exhaled, the thing that stirred his heart could diminish a little.

"Seven in the evening."

Rong Wanqi's appearance unconsciously appeared in his mind, some were naughty and cute, and some were naughty. So, what he had just exhaled out seemed to come back and fill his whole heart again.

Qiao Muqi got up and walked to the window and looked up at the moon in the sky.

Early the next morning.

Rong Wanqi was still asleep, the red tide on his face had faded, and his face was a lot haggard.

Qiao Muqi stood at the door of the ward with a lunch box and fruits, looking deeply at her sleeping face.

Father Rong was thinking next to the hospital bed, and suddenly the light in the room dimmed, and Father Rong intuitively looked up at the door.

"You're coming". Father Rong asked Qiao Muqi in a low voice.

"Hmm." Qiao Muqi responded softly.

Qiao Muqi softly put down the things in his hand and sat down opposite Father Rong.

Qiao Muqi's eyes were full of distress and worry, and the affection in his eyes was also revealed.

Father Rong looked at him very seriously, without a trace of falsehood. Father Rong's worried look slowly faded.

"Let's talk." Father Rong was the first to ask.

Qiao Muqi nodded. The two of them left the hospital room and stood in the stairwell, one after the other.

"How long have you known Wan Qi, and when did you start liking her?" Father Rong directly threw out his own questions.

"I didn't know her for a long time, and I fell in love with her at first sight." Qiao Muqi replied very seriously.

Father Rong looked at Qiao Muqi's eyes, as if he wanted to read something from his eyes, and he looked at himself with a firm look, Father Rong shook his head and sighed.

"Feelings are an existence that we can't explain ourselves, and love comes too early, which will delay hurting each other."

Father Rong clearly told Qiao Muqi his opinion, after all, feelings can make people happy and painful.

Father Rong looked at Qiao Muqi secretly and turned to leave.