In the quiet corridor, the occasional sound of the wheels of the beds rubbing against the ground could be heard, and at the same time, the frightened cries and cries of the patients' family members, mixed with the rapid movement of footsteps, made a heavy sound.

All this, the moment the door of the operating room was closed, returned to its original silence.

Here, it is the beginning and end of life and death.

Every day, someone is born here, and every day, someone dies here.

Life and death are repeated in such a cycle, never stopping.

Next to the bench outside the ICU ward, there are several clear glass windows, and there are gentle raindrops gently tapping, as if they will rain endlessly until the earth, climbing and winding on the glass that reflects the light outside the window.

It's like a tear that keeps flowing, because it's like this, winding like a small stream, babbling forever...

A plain white finger stretched out, its long fingertips resting on the undulating stream through the glass.

She tried to touch the drop of rain that had just joined the stream, but she could only sigh, and the raindrop was oblivious to its anticipation, only to see it hurriedly gather in the stream along the smooth glass, and then another raindrop struck on the glass, and they walked along the flowing stream over and over again, unrestrained through their splendid life.

Standing silently in front of the glass window, Luo Yi stared at the rain outside the window, it kept falling, it kept falling, her eyes were confused and empty, she was looking through them, looking at the distant past that had been buried in her memory for a long time.

When her father left this world, she was just 9 years old, and she was too young at that time, although she knew that she would never see her dearest father in the future, but she only knew how to cry bitterly, but she didn't understand how unbearable the pain that penetrated deep into the bone marrow.

Now that Grandma Yun is seriously ill, she really understands the parting of life and death, the helplessness of life and death, the uncontrollability of life and death, and the sigh of life and death.

After death, will there be another world waiting for them? If so, will they continue to live happily and happily as they do in this world?

I'm afraid that no one can give a definite answer to such thoughts.

In confusion, a big warm hand slowly covered her cold fingertips, and then slowly held it gently, and then interlocked with her five fingers. Behind her cold spine, a warm chest gently took her into her arms, giving her a sad and warm desire in her heart.

"Luo Luo, don't be too sad, maybe tomorrow when you open your eyes, Grandma Yun will wake up."

He watched softly at her vague silhouette reflected in the glass, and there was a convincing magic in her slightly muffled voice.

His gentle words made Luo Yi's long eyelashes tremble slightly, and her eyes, which were originally tearless, quickly spread out a thin layer of mist after hearing his comfort.

At such moments, she suddenly felt very vulnerable, so fragile that she just wanted to find a shoulder to lean on.

"Shall we sit down for a moment?"

Ever since she brought the old man in shock to the hospital, Luo Yi had been standing outside the ward, as if she could keep her from having an emotional breakdown.

Without saying whether she approved or disagreed, she silently let him lead her around the bench and sit down.

"Close your eyes first, you're tired."

Coax her gently, like coaxing a child.

Luo Yi blinked, forcing the water in her eyes back, and she looked up at the old man lying weakly on the bed behind the glass of the hospital room.

Without her answer, he gently pushed her head against his shoulder, who was willing to shelter her.

"Good, sleep for a while, I'll guard Grandma Yun for you."

Softly soothed the extremely insecure child, and he made her a promise to reassure her.

It's midnight in the dead of night, and more than five hours have passed since I arrived at the hospital. Don't look at her stubbornly standing for more than 5 hours, in fact, she is so tired that she only has the thoughts supported by her subconscious.

Tonight will be a night of the old man fighting the Grim Reaper. If the old man wins, then she will wake up slowly in the morning, as the doctor predicted, and otherwise, it is very likely that she will pass away.

Slowly closing her tearful eyes, she leaned silently on his shoulder, as if she didn't need to breathe the ubiquitous oxygen, and that she had melted into the ethereal air.

Mu Danchen gently clenched the hand that had been interlocked with her fingers, conveying his comfort to her and the power to cheer her up.

Her sorrow, her tears, and her weakness, from the moment she entered the hospital, although it never appeared on her face, he could read the pain and sorrow in her heart, and behind her pretending to be strong, the heart that had been tightly wrapped, he could see it clearly.

This kind of her, just like Luo Yishi, who has not yet been fully released when the wind is blowing on the rooftop, is so distressing, so distressed that she just wants to spend the rest of her life to love her well.

There was a surging love in his heart, Mu Danchen lowered his head slightly, he put his cheek close to her forehead, turned his head like a feather and rubbed the broken hair on her forehead, until the two warm lips were only a knuckle away from her broken hair, and then he whispered:

"Luo Luo, you have to have faith in Grandma Yun, tomorrow morning, she will definitely wake up with a smile to come and see you."

He knew she hadn't slept, for the two rows of small fans on her eyes, which had vibrated softly, had revealed the ups and downs of her thoughts.

The warm breath of his voice gently brushed the broken hairs on her forehead, causing them to tremble slightly in the cold air, and then revert to their original silence.

Tears, when the strands of hair were still, finally couldn't help but slide quietly, and the droplets of water smeared on the thick shoulders closest to it, smearing a water stain that bloomed like a flower.

With an almost inaudible "um", another drop of water fell from the corner of the eye, passing through the bridge of the body's nose, wading through mountains and rivers to the closed other eye, and then following the fluttering eyelashes, the flower that bloomed on the shoulder bloomed again.

"Don't cry Luoluo, don't cry, you have to believe that everything will be fine."

Wiping away her tears with warm fingertips extremely gently, Mu Danchen couldn't help the pity gushing out of his heart, he lowered his head to shorten the distance between him and her forehead, and on her slightly cold forehead, a kiss that seemed to be gently brushed by butterfly wings fell.

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