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ICP record number: Xiang B2-20100081-3 Internet Publishing Qualification Certificate: Xinchu Network License (Xiang) Zi No. 11 Network Culture Business License: Wen Wangwen [2010] No. 129

Jiang Yao thought, with the appearance of his parents who were precious to these things, he didn't know how Lu Xingzhi persuaded his parents to give him these books.

Under the workbook, there was a thick stack of envelopes with stamps on them, but there was no postmark, and the addresses and names of the recipients and senders were not written, so these were stamped letters that were not sent.

Jiang Yao didn't need to open it to know that these letters must be related to her, or that these letters were all written to her.

Jiang Yao wiped the tears on her face, holding these things, her heart was sour and unbearable.

She pulled out a few letters and tucked them into the books she was about to take away, then put the drawer back, relocked it, put the key back in its place, took her things and went out the door and downstairs.

At this moment, she was eager to see him, even if he hadn't woken up yet, but it was enough to see him, and she was content.

When she arrived at Sister-in-law Lin, Jiang Yao first sent the child of Sister-in-law Lin's family to Sister-in-law Lin's mother's house in Jinshi, and then took Sister-in-law Lin back to Kyoto.

Back in the hospital, it was still early for Jiang Yao, but for the patients in the hospital, it was time to rest.

When Jiang Yao arrives, let her go back to rest on Thursday, she came out in the middle of the night last night, and she also came out in the middle of the night on Thursday, and she didn't rest well all night.

On Thursday, seeing that Jiang Yao insisted on staying in the hospital overnight, and seeing that Jiang Yao was in good spirits, he left a message and asked Jiang Yao to call if he had something, and then left the hospital.

The nurse who came to the ward round saw Jiang Yao and greeted Jiang Yao warmly, looking at Jiang Yao's eyes, full of admiration.

"I'll just watch it here, you can go to other wards to get busy." Jiang Yao responded lightly, where did she give her eyes to the nurse who looked at her like an idol? Not even a second at a time.

After the nurse turned around and reluctantly left the ward, Jiang Yao closed the door of the ward, she sat on the edge of Lu Xingzhi's bed, raised her hand and gently touched Lu Xingzhi's face.

"Fool! Lu fool. She scolded in a low voice, but her heart was full of joy, nothing was better than this moment, he was still alive, and there was nothing more fortunate for her than he was alive.

Lu Xingzhi woke up on the afternoon of the third day after the operation.

On that day, it was a sunny day in Kyoto, and the warm autumn sun shone on the windowsill, and the sunlight fell obliquely on Jiang Yao, who was holding a book with his back to the window.

This is the first picture Lu Xingzhi saw when he opened his eyes, it was very quiet, but it was inexplicably beautiful in his bones and blood.

She tilted her head slightly, her already long hair naughtily draped over her shoulders, obscuring the side of her face, and her book lay on his hospital bed, pressed with only one hand.

The other hand is gently covering his infusion hand.

The wards are quiet, and this world, even quieter.

It was so quiet that he was even a little reluctant to disturb her at the moment.

However, she seemed to have a sense, and suddenly, when he had no warning, she raised her eyes to look at him, and in those eyes, the original emotions were swept away, and only surprise remained.

No one spoke, no one looked away from each other, just like that, across the hospital bed, two by two.

Until, she looked at it, her eyes were red, and she shed tears.

Until he wanted to raise his hand to wipe the tears from her face.