But he couldn't hear anything, just grabbed her hand and told her not to leave him.

"Xianggong, are you really my Xianggong? If you weren't him, why would you say such a thing? Why? If you are not him, why are you exactly the same as him and feel exactly the same way to me? ”

"If you are really him, why don't you recognize me? If you really are him, why do you tell me to forget about him? If you are really him, then why are you him? He's not on the same plane as you, and, in that plane, he's dead......"

"You're him, tell me how to convince myself? You won't even recognize me! ”

"Xianggong, if this person is you, then what does he have to do with you? Are they all souls like me? Or reincarnation? Are you amnesia? Or, you don't remember anything from your past life at all? ”

"Xianggong, I think, this person is you, right? How could he not be you? How is that possible? ”

Her tears fell onto the man's face.

Their hands were clasped tightly all the time, the man did not let go, and the woman did not break free from him.

Jing Qingran sat on the edge of the bed, looked at his eyebrows, and thought, did he want to drink water, and replenish him with water, his forehead was not so hot, and it should be a fever.

"You will definitely get better, I won't leave you, if, you are really my father-in-law, I will never leave you for the rest of my life, if you drive me away, I won't leave, you must get better, the mistakes you made in your previous life, you won't make them again in this life." She shook her head, a hand caressing his well-defined face.

This face is as good as ever, even if his face is very pale now.

At one o'clock in the morning, Jing Qingran lay on the side of the bed and fell into a deep sleep.

In the ward, the lights had been turned off, and it was pitch black, but it seemed peaceful.

The woman's breathing was even, and the man no longer dreamed.

……

In the morning, the morning breeze blows.

Jing Qingran lay on the side of the bed, slept for half the night, and then half of the night.

The door was pushed open, and a woman walked in, holding a bouquet of flowers in her hand, white lilies, fragrant and moving, a dignified face smiling gently, a moving figure, blue and ink retro clothes, the whole person looks elegant and atmospheric.

She is Luo Xinxi, a contracted actress of Jingfeng Company.

Jing Qingran had just woken up, and Luo Xinxi walked in with a lily in his arms.

The thought in the air smelled very good, Jing Qingran raised his eyes, looked sideways, heard the footsteps, and saw the owner of the footsteps.

"Xinxi?!" Jing Qingran called out to her.

"Qingran." Luo Xinxi smiled at her, her eyes moved down, but she saw that Jing Qingran's hand and Mu Shao's hand were tightly clasped together.

Both of them never let go of their hands.

What's going on? It seems that the relationship between Jing Qingran and Mu Shao is not so good!

Jing Qingran was a little embarrassed by her, she lowered her head, only to find that her hand and his hand had been holding each other tightly.

"Qingran, your hands ......," Luo Xinxi began.

"I ......" Jing Qingran smiled awkwardly at her, and then explained: "It's nothing, Mu Shao is seriously injured and lacks a sense of security, so I keep holding his hand......"

"It turns out that Mu Shao will also have such a cute side." Luo Xinxi sighed.

Mu Dashao, who has always been cold, turned out to be as cute as a child after he got sick.

Jing Qingran pulled his hand away from his.

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