"What's wrong?" Gray hurriedly took two steps forward, stretched out his arms, and gently wrapped around the girl's petite body from behind.

She wasn't a crying girl, so every time her tears made his heart tighten unconsciously, as if something burning was burning on his heart.

The girl's body shuddered slightly, and a soft sobbing choked in her throat. She didn't hear Gray come in, so she was startled, and she realized it was him, and suddenly felt a little embarrassed.

Shaida scrambled to wipe away her tears, realizing something, and quickly covering up what she was looking through.

"What? Afraid I'll see? Gray's hands clasped around her chest, stopping her movements, but his voice was unusually gentle, as gentle as if it were dripping water.

"It's not!" Shaida argued, but didn't know how to explain her actions.

"I've seen it, so, it's okay......" Gray let out a casual chuckle as he wrapped one arm around her and wiped the tears from her face with the other, "What are you crying about, isn't it just the operation record?" ”

On the table is Gray's hospitalization record, which records in detail his injuries, what treatments he underwent and what kind of reactions he had after each treatment. The account of the patient's reaction is only physical—the effect of the treatment, the improvement or deterioration, how long the patient has been awake, what dose of medicine has been used, as in all medical records, and nothing is said about the intensity of the patient's pain or mood. However, it is this record of focusing only on reality at a glance, but it makes Shaida seem to sneak into Gray's flesh and re-experience everything he experienced at the beginning.

Shaida felt that she couldn't stand it, and what Gray told her was too light compared to this. Thinking about such an understatement can pierce people's hearts, such a record, fingers and hearts tremble every second when you look at it.

Gray never mentioned it, it turned out that he had undergone so many surgeries, and he never mentioned it, and he was struggling with death in the course of these operations.

Gray's fingers touched his face, slightly chilled out of season. Shaida grabbed the hand and cursed secretly in her heart: "You liar! ”

But how can he be said to be a liar? He obviously didn't tell a lie.

"What's wrong with you?" Gray saw that the expression on her face changed, and the tears suddenly fell even bigger, and he couldn't help but panic a little. Shaida is a simple girl, but even if she is a simple girl, he sometimes can't guess people's minds at all.

So he simply pushed everything on the table aside, frowned and said, "Whoever asked you to watch this, it doesn't make any sense at all!" ”

Anyway, it's all these things that cause it, right? The piles on the table were unfamiliar, they weren't collected by Gray, and he had never seen them before. Where did this girl get this?

The girl sobbed and said breathlessly, "I don't feel like I know you at all, I don't know anything, I can't share anything with you......"

Well, it's not so much annoying him as resenting yourself, right?

None of them made an effort to get to know him very deeply, not as hard as Mr. Vantacia did to get to know him.

I once swore in my heart that I wanted to become stronger, that I could protect him from any more harm, that I could make him feel happy. But if you don't know him at all, how can you talk about all this?

Gray dragged Shaida up and sat side by side on the edge of the bed, keeping her away from the touching objects on her desk.

"Why don't you know me anymore? You know more about me than anyone else. Gray poked her head with his finger, "When is it, still cranky." With this time, it is better to think about the game. ”

The girl wiped her tears and pouted.

"But I don't like you to hide all the bad things in your heart, or to write it off lightly, and take care of everything yourself. Uncle and aunt said that if you don't tell them anything, they want you to 'trouble' them more, but you never! I don't want you and me to be like this, I don't want you to be so far away from me! I think...... Feel and bear with you, whether it's good or bad......"

Gray listened to her quietly, her voice was a little hoarse, and it was soaked in tears, but listening to his ears, it was still so beautiful, it made the whole person, the whole heart become soft.

Sure enough, all the tears were shed for themselves.

Gray liked the way she looked, and he would try to express his thoughts with all his might without hiding them for him to guess. If you want to guess, he is very bad at it, and there must be no way to prescribe the right medicine to relieve her unhappiness. But it's much easier to do so with a specific purpose.

Moreover, although her thoughts are simple most of the time, they always touch his heart and make him feel like he is being captured by an invisible hand.

"Little fool," he couldn't help but stretch out his hand to hug her into his arms, "sleep in my bed, use all my things, and say that I am far away from you, and that there are no common feelings......"

"Huh?" Shaida's attention was drawn to it at once, "Your bed?" ”

"The place you stayed in last night was originally my bedroom, can't you see it?"

"Your ......"

Shaida's train of thought was suddenly interrupted, and her mind was broken, and she even forgot to wipe her tears.

Grey's bedroom where I slept all night? Really...... I didn't expect it at all, and I didn't see it at all!

This guy didn't mention a word!

I can't see it, because this room doesn't have a lot of personal touches, and it can be completely mixed with a room. Everything here is plain, very clean and simple, hardly any decorations, like a man who is so light that there is no redundant language, and from this point of view, it looks like him.

Was it the same with him many years ago?

I can't see another reason - in the northern country, Shaida was in charge of tidying up Gray's bedroom and studio, and the place where he is located, especially the working environment, is not such a style, but it is clean, but not neat, and books and materials are often thrown everywhere, so it is not easy to connect with him in such a neat room. In the five years since he left home, perhaps a completely different life has been changing him.

After all, from a "performer" to a "creator".

If you look closely, there are still a lot of books in this room, but they are all neatly arranged in the bookcase, and Shaida didn't look carefully to see what they were, and there were drawers, cabinets, or whatever, and she didn't open them.

Even if this is Gray's home, she can't move around casually, this is her subconscious thought, so she perfectly lost a chance to be a "detective".

"Teacher, is this also an exam? Why didn't you tell me in advance! Reacting, Shaida suddenly became a little embarrassed.

This "teacher" called Gray in surprise, and his eyes were slightly dark. Ever since he had been lucky enough to have the girl by his side, she had stopped calling herself that way, because it wasn't his role in the first place, and Gray had never seen herself as her "teacher". But now, looking at her cheeks that were crimson because of a little gamble, and a pair of beautiful eyes like black grapes, I somehow felt that this seemingly ordinary call was a little abnormal and weird, as if it carried some forbidden stimulation and temptation.