Murong Hai's parents saw their son's thoughts and handed the wheelchair pusher to Ding Xiaoke.

"We'll be waiting for you downstairs."

Ding Xiaoke bowed deeply, "Uncle and aunt, thank you." ”

Thank you for taking such good care of Xiaohai.

The boy just lowered his eyes, and his long, dense eyelashes fluttered slightly, covering the surging emotions under his eyes.

The door to the lounge closes gently.

The room was silent.

No one spoke.

Ding Xiaoke carefully looked at the young man in front of him with his eyes, his transparent pale face and lips, obviously tortured by illness for a long time, looked like a fragile delicate porcelain.

This appearance is extremely distressing.

What made her most uncomfortable was that he would come back for a few days every holiday, but she didn't notice anything unusual about him.

Should he sigh that he covered it up too well, or should he laugh at her for being too careless.

"What do you want to say?"

Murong Hai broke the silence, his tone was still very indifferent, exuding an aura that no one was close to.

Ding Xiaoke suddenly leaned over, opened his arms, and hugged the young man.

"I don't want to say anything, I just want to hug you for a while."

That's it, hold quietly for a while.

A final hug.

The sudden hug made the boy panic.

"Sister Xiaoke, you-"

"Don't move, or I'll kiss you!"

Ding Xiaoke spoke domineeringly, with a tough attitude.

Sure enough, her threat worked, and Murong Hai instantly turned back into the docile little sheep she slaughtered.

There was silence again.

This time, Ding Xiaoke was the first to speak.

"I forgive you."

The tone is gentle.

Murong Hai's heart trembled.

"You've been hiding it from me, you just don't want me to know that you have a terminal illness, you don't want me to be sad, you don't want me to be sad."

"Whether you keep our agreement or not, I forgive you."

"I just want you to be happy."

Ding Xiaoke gently hugged him, feeling the familiar breath of the young man, youthful and warm, like gently swaying seawater.

Slowly, slowly, a pair of hands wrapped around her waist, gradually tightening, tightening hard.

There was a chill over my shoulder.

"Sister Xiaoke, I'm sorry ......"

Murong Hai spoke in a hoarse voice.

Tears soaked her cheeks.

The whole heart felt as if someone had punched me hard, and it was that dull pain.

Speaking of which, he can only say this sentence, can't he say anything else to coax her?

Ding Xiaoke closed his eyes, and tears poured out of his eyes, like pearls with broken threads, sliding down.

She choked up and said, "There must be a lot of homework in high school, I don't want to do it, what should I do?" ”

"Sister Ke's homework has always been the best."

"I borrowed so many chocolates and cookies from you, used so many pencils from you, and still haven't paid them back?"

"You don't have to pay it back."

"You violated my three demands, and I haven't punished you yet......"

"You can punish now."

"How to punish?"

"So-"

Murong Hai suddenly pulled her away, leaned over, and gently kissed those red and swollen eyes, kissing away the tears from the corners of her eyes.

It's a cold kiss.

It's wet, it's cool, it's heart-wrenching.

For him, Sister Xiaoke is poison, and kissing her is the best punishment for him.

The condition flares up again.

He closed his eyes, slowly leaned into her arms, and said softly, "I have another gift for you......"

**

That night, Murong Hai was in the hospital ward, ending his short life.

Ding Xiaoke received his gift.

It was the most expensive painting in the exhibition, and countless people wanted to buy it, but the owner refused to sell it.

In that painting, a black-robed witch is tied to the gallows.

Opposite her, a handsome prince knelt down on one knee with a reverent expression and offered his sword in his hand.

A note is written below:

At the end of the story, instead of killing the witch, the prince presents his beloved sword.

Because, the witch said to him, "I like you." ”

"This is Prince Arx's sword, which represents love and courage, and he used this sword to defeat the witch and save everyone."

In Murong Hai's room, Ding Xiaoke accidentally found the half-painted sword, and he told her.

Now, the prince gave the precious sword to the witch, giving her love and courage.

Unexpectedly, Murong Hai would confess in this way.

This image, since the first dream, has been hovering and repeating in his dream.

In this way, he gave his own answer.

This is the prince's confession to the witch.

A unique confession.

Holding the painting, she couldn't stop crying.

Tears fell on the picture, drip down the glass frame, and eventually disappeared into the night along with the dream.