"Well, it's better to let me get hurt, do you know how much you're worth lying down for a day?"

She walked up to Ye Weifan and pretended to sigh: "For your sake, for the sake of saving my life, this time it will be considered a work injury, and I will admit all the losses." ”

"Didn't I earn it?" Ye Weifan smiled.

"Not again next time." She sat next to him and said, "Fortunately, I didn't hurt my face, otherwise I would regret dying, eh, I don't know if there will be a scar, and it will be bad if I can't shoot a drag scene in the future." ”

"Will you watch it?" Ye Weifan asked suddenly.

She was stunned, and then came back to her senses, she just said that the play was dragging, and he asked her if she would watch it.

"Senior, you've learned badly too."

Ye Weifan smiled warmly, looking at her crystal eyes, the curvature of her thin lips rose higher and higher.

He was so glad that he was by her side this time, and he could save her in time, what was he afraid of if he was injured, even if he died, he would choose to protect her without hesitation.

"I'm thick-skinned, what's the point of being injured, is your face okay?"

"What's this little injury," she touched the band-aid on her cheek indifferently, speaking of which, this time she also had a lot of colors on her body, big and small, but they were all skin injuries, and she didn't take it seriously at all.

Ye Weifan raised his hand, instinctively wanting to touch the gauze on the back of her neck, and finally hung down.

It's good to be able to stay by her side quietly, watch her as a friend, and protect her, he should be content, and he can't be too greedy.

Because Ye Weifan was injured unexpectedly, Song Cangran failed to return to Beicheng as planned.

After coming out of the hospital, she bought a bouquet of perfume lilies at the flower shop outside her door and took a taxi to the cemetery.

Shortly after she left the hospital, a figure pushed open the door of Hu Lili's hospital room and quietly flashed in.

Song Cangran searched for a while before finding Zhang Yongxi's spiritual seat in a corner of the cemetery.

Seeing the photo of Zhang Yongxi in front of the spiritual throne, she kind of believed this fact.

Zhang Yongxi's spiritual seat was very small and very deserted, as if no one had come for a while, she took a few glances and put the flower in her hand in front of her spiritual seat.

"I didn't expect us to meet here again," she said self-deprecatingly, staring at the familiar face in the photo, "I guess you don't like those faint chrysanthemums, but I'm sorry, I'm not suitable for giving you roses, anyway, do you really like those?" I used to think I knew you very well, but then I found out that I was wrong, and I was very wrong, but fortunately now we don't need to know, Yongxi, if there is an afterlife, I hope we don't meet again. ”

Zhang Yongxi was silent, and seemed to acquiesce.

She glanced at the photo again, turned around and walked out of the cemetery.

That's the end of it.

In the last life, Zhang Yongxi took everything that belonged to her and killed her mercilessly.

In this life, she guarded her life and indirectly led to the premature death of Zhang Yongxi.

If there is really a next life, she doesn't want to continue to have grievances with Zhang Yongxi, and she doesn't want to have any entanglements with this woman at all.

It's also nice to end up like this.

When she returned to the hospital, she happened to see a group of white coats coming out of Hu Lili's ward, and she called the attending doctor and asked, "What's wrong?" ”

"You're just in time," the doctor frowned and said, "Still can't contact the family of the 12th bed, we've done our best, you go see her one last time." ”

The last side?

Song Cangran was stunned and turned his head to look at the ward not far away.

She just worshiped Zhang Yongxi, and Hu Lili couldn't stand it?