The temperature in the city rises suddenly, and the breath of summer is blowing in the face.

The people of Xiao Zhou's family waited for a good news, and there was news from the hospital that Miss Zhou woke up. After so many bad lucks, there is finally something happy about it. Mrs. Zhou has to rush to the hospital every day, and it has been almost two months, and in the long and indefinite waiting, this woman who has always been pampered has suddenly aged more than ten years, and her hair is gray.

When her daughter woke up, she rushed home to take care of it, trimmed her appearance, changed into a silk cheongsam with a mid-sleeve, and went over with Mr. Zhou.

The couple is old and has a daughter, and they love her like jewels in the palm of their hands.

Zhou Xueying was seriously injured, her body was fragile, and it was all luck to wake up. When she opened her eyes, she was surrounded by a white expanse, which made her dizzy. She squinted for a moment before she saw the white ceiling.

She lay on the bed, like a corpse, unable to move. The events of a few months ago came back to me like a long dream.

She was seriously ill and painful, and she didn't know what she was or what else she could do.

There was a crisp click on the door, a few heels of shoes, and someone pounced on her. Zhou Xueying turned her eyes away, it was her mother. Her mother's makeup is delicate and impeccable, but she clearly reveals a haggard and sad look that cannot be concealed. A sour feeling suddenly welled up in her eyes, "Mom......"

"My good boy, Mom I thought it was going to hug her," Mrs. Zhou wanted to hug her, but she didn't know how not to touch her injuries, and for a while her hands and feet were messed up, and she cried, "Mom thought that you were going to leave me and your dad behind." ”

Zhou Xueying's tears were like unstoppable rain in the south of the Yangtze River in July, her eyelashes were trembling from crying, but she couldn't make a sound, her voice was low and hoarse, revealing some hoarseness.

"Don't cry, just wake up, just wake up." Mr. Zhou comforted his wife and daughter on the side, "Everything will be fine." ”

Zhou Xueying's dangerous period passed, but the rest of her life was like a nightmare.

She couldn't stand up, she had to be helped even when she was sitting and eating, and it seemed that all activities could only be done in bed.

In fact, she also knew how badly she was hurt. It wasn't until she saw her left hand that she put down tears of pity. She quickly withdrew the tears, not wanting anyone else to see them.

Actually, it's nothing, it's just that I can't play the violin anymore.

When she said this to herself, she was self-deceiving.

When she saw Han Luochen again, she had a feeling of being in a different world. The young man with black hair and tea eyes, a delicate face, walked over step by step with a cane. The eyebrows are still delicate and neat, and the lips are pale red with a bright color. He raised his eyes, glanced at her, and placed the flowers in his hand on the bouquet piled up beside her bed. The girl on the bed was surprised and surprised, her hair was shaved short, and her eyes were large and sparse, like black pearls.

She smiled in a hoarse voice, "Thank you." ”

Han Luochen's fingers stiffened, his lips moved, and he withdrew his fingers from the bouquet. In fact, this was sent by Luo Jie and Zhou Luzhi, and she seemed to be wrong.

He was silent for a moment, met her eyes that lit up for a moment, and said, "That time, why did you save me?" ”

She took it for granted, "Brother is wrong, I can only help you." She pursed her lips and looked at him, "I wanted to tell you, but it was too late." I didn't think about it that much, I just wanted to save you. ”

"You don't have to be like that." He said quietly, "I am not who you are, and I can't be who you are." ”

Zhou Xueying was stunned for a moment, looking at him blankly, as if she was reacting to what he had just said.

She said, "I just don't want to watch you get banged." She thought of something, and her face turned red, "How could I watch someone I like get hurt." She said quickly and quickly, afraid that he would suspect, "I just want to save you." "It's really not a picture. I don't even want my life, what else do I want?

Han Luochen's brown eyes were full of sunlight outside, but there was no warmth. He didn't smile, and Zhou Xueying felt as cold as a blade. In his gaze, she was cold through the skin, losing her flesh and blood, leaving only a skeleton.

Actually, Han Luochen was originally like this, but when he met Lan Qingchuan later, the fierce cold faded slightly.

Zhou Xueying didn't know, she felt uncomfortable.

"How much do you like me?" He smiled dryly, a short smile, but it also brightened Zhou Xueying's gloomy and silent heart.

She blurted out that she had thought about it tens of thousands of times. Her liking for him fell in love at first sight, and she fell in love with him ever since.

"I like you for the kind of thing you want to marry."

"I know," she laughed hard, her face hurt, and she laughed like crying. His face was white and cold, like a mist that he couldn't touch. "You don't like me, it's okay. I like you, it's just my business, and I don't want to bother you. ”

How familiar this sentence is, it seems to have been said to whom. He felt his heart hit hard, and for a moment he brought a bitterness that could not be dissipated. He bordered on pity and self-deprecating hatred.

A pale and skinny girl, stubborn like a monster.

Waiting indefinitely, sympathizing with each other.

He tugged at the corners of his mouth and stood up, "I see." ”

"I always have to pay back what I owe you."

"Since we can't wait, it's not a bad thing to get together."

When Zhou Xueying wanted to understand what he said, his back was already fading away in the backlight. She could only look in the direction he left, look and look, wholeheartedly, for the rest of her life.

She didn't really want that, and she didn't want anything like that. But what else can be done not to leave him?