"Little junior brother...... Wake up soon......" Hua Weiluo just called him twice, and his voice involuntarily choked a little, "It's all my fault, I can't control my actions, I know that the person in front of me is you, but I still stabbed you, causing you to bleed so much...... I've been unconscious......"

"Little junior brother...... Little junior brother ......" Hua Weiluo couldn't help but put his cold palm on his cheek, and sobbed: "I'm sorry...... It's okay for you to wake up and forgive me, even if you don't forgive me, even if you wake up, get angry at me, get angry with me, even if you ignore me, it's okay......"

"Woman......" Xiaobai stood behind Hua Weiluo, watching the tears on her face continue to fall, and couldn't help but sigh softly.

"Senior sister, we have prepared some food for you, you hurry up and eat, when you are full, you will have the strength to wake up the best senior brother, do you say?" Zhimei took the food, walked into the room, glanced at Hua Weiluo, who was sitting on the bed and staring at Zhishan in a daze, and hurriedly said to her: "Senior Brother Zhishan hasn't eaten anything for a few days, why don't you try to feed him a little rice porridge?" ”

"Hmm......" Hua Weiluo came back to his senses, took the porridge bowl handed over by Zhimei, blew it gently, and then motioned to Xiaobai to help Zhishan up, handed the spoon to his lips, sniffed, and reluctantly pulled out a smile and said, "Little junior brother, eat something quickly......"

There was still no response.

Hua Weiluo looked up at Zhimei, Zhizhen and Xiaobai helplessly, and the begging look in their eyes made them unbearable to look at it.

"Senior sister, why don't we go out first, you can talk to Senior Brother Zhishan more, maybe he will wake up." Zhizhen was silent for a moment, and then suggested to Hua Weiluo.

"......" Hua Weiluo put down the porridge bowl in his hand, lowered his head and was silent for a moment, then reached out and wiped his tears and said, "Don't, don't go...... I'm worried that Senior Brother Zhishan won't wake up like this, he must be angry with me and won't want to pay attention to me......"

"How so?" Zhimei squeezed out a smile towards Hua Weiluo, and then comforted her: "Senior Brother Zhishan is not that kind of person. ”

"......" Hua Weiluo glanced at Zhimei silently and did not speak.

The atmosphere in the room suddenly became solemn.

Hua Weiluo held the hand of the best, and the tears kept flowing out, but she didn't know what to say.

Seeing that it was getting late and the candles in the room were getting shorter and shorter, the eyes of the flowers were already crying red.

Xiaobai, Zhizhen, Zhimei and Xiaoshen sat on the chairs in the room, silent, as if they were all thinking about something.

The crystal tears kept rolling down Zhishan's cold fingers, which seemed to finally bring him a trace of warmth, and his fingers moved gently.

"Little junior brother!?" The flower that had been holding his hand did not fall, and after feeling his movement, she looked at him with a look of surprise.

Everyone in the room, after hearing the surprise of Hua Weiluo, stood up in unison and looked at Zhishan who was lying on the bed.

The eyes covered with long eyelashes moved slightly, and then finally opened slowly, and there was a moment of distraction in the dark and deep eyes.