It should have been a very horrible car accident.

Luo Nanchu suffered a skull injury, a broken shoulder bone, a fractured lower leg, and fell into a deep coma.

She was lying in the operating room that day, and she should have been rescued by the doctor with all his might, although her life was saved, but she didn't know when she would wake up.

Luo Nanchu felt that her body was slowly and tightly hugged by the man, she raised her eyes to look at the man's face, the other party's dark eyes looked at her quietly, and she could feel his distress without saying anything.

"Uh-huh......" she smiled, leaning on him in a soft voice, "it's nothing, actually. I was knocked unconscious and woke up with all the growth on my body. Except for the fact that the muscles were a little sore when I got off the ground at the beginning, everything else was fine. And I also met kind-hearted people, and I didn't suffer anything, don't be sad. ”

Fu Tingyuan raised his hand and held her face, his gaze swept over her face inch by inch, the palm of his hand was warm to the touch, everything was as real as an absurd dream.

He couldn't tell if he was dreaming or not.

Later, in many days and moons living with Luo Nanchu, this kind of unreal trance has been haunting him. He would feel like he was having a long dream, in which Luo Nanchu had been by his side, and he was afraid to wake up. At night, in the autumn rain, he sat alone on the bed where Luo Nanchu slept last, listening to the sound of the rain, and his heart hurt when he thought about her.

Luo Nanchu leaned over and kissed him lightly on his beautifully shaped lips, with a bit of soothing gentleness.

He washed her and bathed her, carried her out of the bathroom, put her on the couch, and took out a hair dryer to blow her wet hair.

What was once an ordinary gesture now made his fingers tremble a little, and he pinched the hair dryer hard and carefully dried her hair.

Luo Nanchu fell asleep on the sofa.

She's tired right now.

Fu Tingyuan turned off the hair dryer, and then silently walked around and stood in front of Luo Nanchu and looked at her with his eyes down.

After a long time, he stretched out his hand, his fingers slowly fell on her delicate face, and when he was a centimeter away, he unconsciously stopped, he pursed his lips slightly, and then continued to slowly put his hand on her cheek.

The fingertips are familiar and warm to the touch.

Fu Tingyuan's eyes trembled slightly, then leaned down and hugged her tightly in his arms.

No matter how many times you confirm it, no matter how many times, it doesn't feel real.

He didn't believe that God would be so kind to him and would send her back to him, no matter how many hugs and kisses she had, it was still unreal.

He lowered his head and buried his face in her neck, sniffing the fragrance of her bath, and felt his heart tremble.

Is it dreaming? He couldn't tell. If it's a dream, can it keep him from waking up for the rest of his life......

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When Fu Tingyuan woke up from his sleep, it was already dark.

It was raining outside the window, hitting the glass window, and there was a crisp sound of ticking.

He sat up from the bed and looked around silently. In the dark light and shadow, the room was silent, like every night when I woke up alone for more than 1,200 days and nights.

He had another dream.

I dreamed that she was back.

He got up from the bed, a little tired, accidentally stepped on some soft fabric on his feet, he paused, lowered his head and slowly moved his feet away.