The glass shattered to the ground, and when he stood still, his eyes fell on the woman on the bed.

The room is very simple, beige wallpaper, light orange bedside lamp, exceptionally quiet, and the smoke and artillery fire outside are completely isolated.

The blood that slipped from his arm fell to the ground, and Yin Shaolong walked to the side of the bed with light steps.

When he saw it, his eyes were pierced and painful.

The woman on the bed was skinny, as if she would collapse when the wind blew, with an oxygen mask on her pointed chin, long eyelashes hanging down, and drips on the back of her hands.

His nose was inexplicably sore, and Yin Shaolong's fingertips couldn't help but tremble.

Gently picked up her hand, held it in her own hand, and involuntarily tightened, so strong that Xiang Tianlai, who was in a coma, couldn't help frowning, and then opened his eyes gently.

Yin Shaolong just stood beside her, looking at her silently, a pair of narrow and cold eyes staring at her like that.

Xiang Tianlai's eyelashes blinked slightly, and then he realized that he was not dreaming.

"You're scratching me."

Xiang Tianlai, who had completely sobered up, lowered his eyes and spoke softly, his voice weak and inaudible.

Yin Shaolong's hand opened a little lightly, but he still didn't let go of her, and said in a deep voice: "I'll take you away." ”

Xiang Tianlai didn't react, and he didn't even think about breaking free of his hand: "You go, I won't go with you." ”

"I know you blame me, get out of here first." Yin Shaolong's tone was a little softer, but with persistence.

Xiang Tianlai raised his hand and took off the oxygen mask on his face, broke free of his hand and said softly: "Yin Shaolong, you go, I don't want to see you." ”

Looking at the empty palm, Yin Shaolong's gaze fell on her face.

She looked tired and tired, and never looked at him again except for a moment when she first stared at him.

Yin Shaolong's heart was inexplicably blocked, but he stubbornly spoke again: "Alai, don't make trouble." ”

Xiang Tianlai sneered, raised his eyes to look at him, and his gaze was very light: "I'm not going with you, I won't go with you, the last person I want to see in my life is you." ”

Yin Shaolong habitually hooked his lips and smiled, but his smile was a little cold and lonely: "You know I don't like you to reject me, you'd better be obedient when I still have patience." ”

Xiang Tianlai leaned on the head of the bed, did not move, did not speak.

Yin Shaolong's eyes sank a little, and he took two steps forward and planned to pick her up directly, but before he could hold the person in his arms, Xiang Tianlai shook his hand and slapped it on Yin Shaolong's face mercilessly.

"Get out of here!"

Yin Shaolong was slightly stunned and looked at her in a daze.

After a while, his tone was as soft as ever, and he said softly: "If you want to make trouble home, I'll leave it up to you, but not now." ”

"Yin Shaolong, don't you understand people's words? I said I didn't want to see you! I won't go with you either! ”

"You have to go."

"Huh, it has to be? I don't love you anymore, I'm in love with someone else. Xiang Tianlai pursed his lips, looked at the man in front of him and smiled.

The smile on Yin Shaolong's cheeks finally solidified little by little, staring at her deadly, as if he wanted to hear the truth of her words.

Xiang Tianlai looked at him fearlessly, pulled out the drip from his hand, and said softly but ruthlessly in a hoarse voice: "I don't want to see you, and I don't want to have anything to do with you in this life, so Yin Shaolong, disappear from my eyes." ”

The blood on his arm was still ticking, falling on her snow-white sheets, as if to mock his embarrassment at the moment.