"Awake?" A nice and deep male voice came from overhead, and a slightly cool hand reached over and gently stroked her face, "Is there anything uncomfortable?" ”

"A little dizzy." Her voice was softly complaining, "You come closer, the sun is so dazzling, I can't see your face clearly." ”

Fu Tingyuan slowly lowered his head, looking at Luo Nanchu's pale appearance, his fingers gently stroked her face, he was a little distressed, "Can you see it?" ”

In her sight, the man's face gradually became clearer, but perhaps because her eyes were still a little bloodshot, the man's face in her eyes was still a little blurry. She muttered and complained softly, "I can't see clearly." ”

"It'll be fine in a few days." He took her hand and looked down to kiss her fingers, "I'm sorry, I'm too late." ”

"What does this have to do with you?" She laughed innocently, "There are not a thousand but a hundred actors who have an accident with Hanging Weiya, and you can't stop me from falling." It's none of your business, don't think about it."

Fu Tingyuan frowned slightly, he looked at Luo Nanchu's smiling face, and then he still didn't say anything, just said, "I'm sorry." ”

The police haven't found any evidence yet, and they can't be sure if it was an accident or a premeditated murder, but he'll investigate anyway. He didn't plan to bother Luo Nanchu and wait for the outcome of the matter to come to an end.

Luo Nanchu smiled at him very generously: "Okay, okay, it's okay." I'm a little thirsty, can you help me up and drink a glass of water? ”

Fu Tingyuan reached out and gently helped her up from the bed, took a pillow and put it behind her waist, turned around and poured her a glass of warm water.

He sat on the edge of the bed, holding her shoulders and slowly feeding her a drink.

Luo Nanchu drank half a cup, and then leaned very weakly into his arms and gasped softly.

She had a broken foot bone, her head was dizzy, and she was really uncomfortable. But when she saw Fu Tingyuan's appearance, she was reluctant to let him worry, so she tried her best to endure it.

I always feel that he seems to be more pitiful than her, hereditary mental illness, finally getting better, she is injured again, I am really afraid that he will be stimulated again, and he will self-harm again.

When she fell into the water, she struggled desperately, she didn't want to die, she didn't dare to die, she was reluctant to leave Fu Tingyuan alone in this world.

She let him spend three years so lonely and lonely, and she didn't want him to continue to spend the remaining decades alone.

If you love someone, you really can't bear to let him suffer a little grievance.

Luo Nanchu rested in his arms for a while, inexplicably a little dizzy, and the water she drank gushed to her throat, she wanted to push him away but it was too late, and she spit on Fu Tingyuan's body.

Fu Tingyuan immediately stood up, laid her flat on the bed, looked at Luo Nanchu's uncomfortable retching appearance, and his tone was a little hoarse: "Where are you uncomfortable?" ”

He took a towel and wiped the dirt on the corner of her lips, and the look on his face was unconcealable.

"I'm dizzy." She leaned on the bed groggily, looking at Fu Tingyuan's face with her eyes open, but she couldn't see his appearance clearly, her fingers grabbed his hand weakly, and said in a low voice, "Tingyuan, I'm a little scared...... You hold me tight. ”

She didn't want to die, she couldn't be together at last, she didn't want to die.