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Luo Nan first thought that she and Fu Tingyuan met for the first time half a year ago, in the box of that bar, he looked at her calmly and indifferently, and said to her in a toneless voice: "You are finally willing to let me dream of you." ”

It turned out that at that time, he was not really drunk.

And just ......

He didn't believe she was alive at all.

Even now, he couldn't convince himself that she still existed.

The loss is so painful that even the gain becomes as ethereal as a dream, and I can't tell whether it really exists or is it again...... A dream.

She was the one who trapped him.

Those three years...... For more than 900 days and nights, every day and night, every minute and every second, he was bearing the fact that there was no Luo Nanchu in this world.

The man he loved was dead, and he died in front of him because of his words, and there was nothing he could keep but empty memories. And the time they spent together was so short, so short that it couldn't stand his day-to-day aftertaste before it came to an end.

That's what it was for three years.

He lived in hell for three years.

It hurt so much that even a sane and cold person like him couldn't bear it for three years.

……

"In the past six months, his situation has gotten worse and worse." Yan Qingfeng frowned a little heavily, "He took the initiative to be admitted to the hospital for treatment." Only, it didn't work at all. As you can see, he's already showing self-injurious tendencies. He became increasingly unable to distinguish the line between dream and reality...... This may also be because I don't care enough about him, if I could have found out about him earlier, I wouldn't have let you go like this. Only when you are there will he settle down and you can make him less painful. Or rather, you are his painkiller. ”

"Luo Nanchu, I am indeed an incompetent brother." He frowned and sighed lowly, "I've always felt like everything I've done is for your good. But whether it's good or not, who has the final say? ”

"But you're not doing anything wrong." Luo Nanchu held back his tears, lowered his head and raised his hand to wipe his eyes vigorously. "Say no more. Can I go back and see him? Or, am I going to make him sick now? ”

Yan Qingfeng shook his head: "You go." Don't dare him think it's a dream or real, for him, your existence is very meaningful. ”

Luo Nanchu lowered his head and took a breath, turned around and pushed open the door and entered the house.

The blood in the bathroom had been cleaned up, the room had been hit with a mint-scented air cleaner, and the sunlight was shining through the window, giving the room a shallow glow.

The nurse in the house had already bandaged Fu Tingyuan's fingers and was trying to make him happy: "Mr. Fu, is this orchid about to bloom?" You're doing a good job. ”

"That's aloe vera."

“……”

The atmosphere was a little awkward for a while.

Fu Tingyuan sat on the sofa, his bloodstained hospital gown had also been changed, his hands were neatly bandaged by the nurses, sitting in the sun refreshingly, his soft black short hair was slightly blown by the breeze, and the light on his fair cheeks made him look handsome and abnormal.

Luo Nanchu bit his lip and looked at him for a while, then walked over with his head down, and threw himself into his arms.

What exactly is love? Why can it hurt so much? Why does it hurt so much?

The tears couldn't be stopped, and her heart was about to break.