Rong Wanqi gave up the idea of pushing him away and bit her lip tightly.

The two snuggled up to each other, quietly watching the scenery on a summer morning.

Rong Wanqi let go of the guard in her heart, and her body gradually relaxed and softened......

Qiao Muqi felt the change in her body, and a happy smile slid up the corners of her mouth.

Father and Mother Rong looked at the silhouette of the two from a distance at the door, with a touch of sadness in their eyes.

Father Rong took out his mobile phone from his pocket, looked at the silhouette of the two through the glass, and gently pressed the shutter.

"Seven in the evening, I'll wait for you". Qiao Muqi spoke in a firm tone.

"Senior, I think I should like you, I will be happy to see you, and I will be sad when you are sad." Rong Wanqi explained.

"Well, I know". Qiao Muqi tightened the hands that were holding her, lowered his head and leaned on her shoulder, closing his eyes to feel her breath.

Rong Wanqi felt the strength he leaned on himself and frowned slightly.

Perhaps sensing that she couldn't adapt to the gravity that passed through her body, Qiao Mu straightened her body and hugged her lightly......

Rong Wanqi looked at him in a daze, and his movements made her originally nervous heart suddenly become turbulent.

The realism of the two sticking tightly together...... It's a feeling that can't be expressed in any language.

"Late seven, you can feel my real presence, can't you?" Qiao Muqi asked rhetorically.

"Yes, I'm really alive." Rong Wan diverged the topic.

"Seven in the evening, I'm looking forward to it." Qiao Muqi replied happily.

"What......." Rong Wanqi was stunned.

Qiao Muqi smiled, but the doting in his eyes couldn't be hidden.

Rong Wanqi fell asleep quietly in his arms, and a bright smile crossed the corner of Qiao Muqi's mouth.

"There is no ...... more incomprehensible than this girl," Qiao Muqi shook his head helplessly.

He put her on the hospital bed, tucked her quilt, gently brushed the broken hair on her forehead, and smiled at her sleeping face.

As she slumbered, he stared at her intently, lest he miss the slightest hint of her expression.

In the blink of an eye, at noon, Rong Wanqi still had no signs of waking up, Qiao Mu looked at the clock on the wall, brushed the quilt for her, and left softly.

The clock was spinning rapidly, and it was close to two o'clock, and Rong Wanqi's eyes were fluttering. She opened her eyes quickly, and the room was as quiet as ever. His eyes were full of sadness.

"I just had a dream?" But it feels so real. She couldn't believe what had happened that morning was true...... Looking at the room except for her, it doesn't look like someone has been to it.

She sat on the hospital bed in a cranky way, full of unhappiness written on her face.

"Smack." The door opened suddenly.

Qiao Muqi looked at her sitting on the hospital bed with a thermos box, and the unhappiness and grievances on his face fell into his eyes.

"Don't go out for too long." Qiao Muqi shook his head and sighed.

He walked in, opened the table on her hospital bed, and set up his own meal.

Qiao Muqi didn't explain, walked to the sofa and sat down calmly.