She rarely shed tears.

Mother said that many times, a smile means more than tears.

Why should you let others share your sorrow and sorrow?

Dai Xijiu stood in the corridor, his shoulder against the cold wall, his head tilted slightly, his eyes almost empty.

But my grief is sad, and only tears can share it.

On the shoulder side are the medical staff who walk through the stream, and there are attendants who carry blood in and out of the basin.

All of the medical emergency teams that belong to Monricaro are inside.

When Percy pushed the door in, she was still holding him tightly, her pupils were bloodshot, she was helpless and panicked, and her voice was hoarse: "He ...... What's wrong?"

She almost hated why her heart was beating so hard, and she couldn't hear any heaving in his chest.

This was followed by the doctors and nurses who followed Percy.

Everyone looked extremely anxious, and Percy looked solemn and approached eagerly: "How did you fall down?"

He hugged Ye Xiuwen from her hand, his eyes fixed on the broken glass on the ground, and his voice was almost cold and gritted: "Love the person you should love, do what you want!"

"Get out of the way!"

Dai Xijiu's eyes were almost dull, and there were people swarming around him, and various medical equipment were taken out of the hand box one after another, and the doctor could be vaguely heard: "Prepare for blood transfusion, the patient is in danger, and first aid ...... on the spot."

"Miss, please stay away for a while......

A nurse approached and pushed her out, Dai Xijiu staggered, and the whole person was almost distracted, only looking stubbornly through the backs of the layers of people.

Seeing him lying flat on the bed, even if the back of his head was high and the two pillows were released, he still couldn't stop coughing, and the blood slid down the line of the corner of his lips, and it kept flowing.

Looking at the fingers he put on his lower abdomen, each one was pale and slender, and with his breathing, his eyelashes trembled slightly, and sometimes they were unconsciously lifted, and the bottom of his eyes was out of focus, and he was in pain.

Until the moment the door closed, she still looked at the cold façade, and her whole body was cold.

Whose hand was on the back of her shoulder, patted it gently, and sighed long: "Daisy, take a deep breath and calm down." ”

Dai Xijiu slowly turned his head, his eyes covered with a thin layer of tears, looked at him, and said softly: "Am I wrong?"

Her hand clasped the top of her hair, almost unexpectedly, wrapped herself around herself, and sat down down along the doorway, her voice almost choked, hoarse and broken: "He was wrong first......"

At this moment, her eyes were full of tears, and she no longer had the slightest stability, just like a child, crying bitterly.

Gu Chenzhi's eyes were warm, and he squatted down on one knee in front of her, he had always been gentle and cold to her, and he was just taking her hand lightly at the moment, and stacked a square scarf in her palm: "Love will hurt, no one is wrong." ”

Everything is so painful.

It was as if she was caught in a never-ending storm, and every storm was his face.

Dai Xijiu leaned against the back of the door, slowly raised her head, and she asked, "Gu Chenzhi, why don't you like me?"

The person in front of him smiled lightly, his expression was like ice melting snow, gentle and bitter: "Daisy, from the first day he appeared, I knew that it was impossible for you to love someone else. ”

He tilted his head slightly, his eyelashes drooped, and he collected thousands of emotions, and his voice seemed to be filled with a shallow sigh: "Since this is the case, how can I be tempted by you." ”

At this moment, she was a little stunned.

She knew that he was calm and rational, but she didn't know that it was such a situation.

Then I saw Gu Chenzhi looking at her, and smiled lightly, as if everything was a mirror just now, he was still cold and soft, and he was not shocked: "Look at his eyes, the tone of your voice, and your smile, they are all different, what about yourself? Why don't you know?"

Dai Xijiu tilted his head slightly to look at the side of the door, even if his eyes were empty, the tears did not stop, and he fell silently: "I can't know." ”

"He doesn't love me. ”

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When Ye Xiu heard about this illness, she was far more sick than she imagined.

When the door was pushed open, Dai Xijiu was still in a daze.

I saw the attending doctor walking out and taking the mask at the same time, Percy walked aside, and could hear the voice of conversation: "No matter how busy you are, you must also care for your artists with a little humanity......"

"He has a bad stomach, it should have been a long time, bleeding like this, it is definitely not the first time, there are so many injuries on his body, even if he has been professionally cared for, it can still be seen that there are repeated tears, and it has begun to become inflamed......"

"In addition, his physical fitness is not very good, and his recovery is slower than ordinary people......

No matter how much I don't understand, I still understand it.

When Dai Xijiu ran into the room, he almost couldn't hold back his tears.

She bit her fingers, blinked her eyes, and walked closer and closer, still walking slower and slower.

At the end of the first aid, the wall lamp has been turned to a minimum.

He lay on the bed, his hair still soft and disheveled, and his expression was peaceful, but his face was too haggard, without any blood, and so pale that it was even a little dazzling in the dim light.

A nurse is bandaging his wounds, he seems to have really lost a lot of weight recently, his collarbone is still unexpectedly delicate and beautiful, but his upper body is almost completely bandaged, from the chest to the waist, at the moment his wrist is hanging lightly on the side of the bed, his complexion is pale, so the blood is slightly dry and the dark red knife edge is extra clear, and when the cotton swab touches the medicine, his eyebrows will frown lightly without a trace.

Dai Xijiu's gaze was fixed, and landed on the unbandaged wrist on the other side of him, and it was not until this moment that the pupils of his eyes shimmered deeply.

Needles and threads are faintly visible in the layers of wounds, and they have reached the point where they need to be stitched so seriously.

She couldn't imagine how he could have flipped his wrist and carried her into his arms in such a dangerous moment.

And that sentence, don't cry.

When he opened his mouth, he realized that his voice was so hoarse: "I'll come." ”

The nurse raised her head slightly, a little stunned for a moment, Dai Xijiu had already approached, the tip of her nose was still red, but her expression was calm and gentle, looking at the person on the bed, she naturally took the medicine bottle in the nurse's hand, bent over and shortened, the cotton swab moved slightly, and wiped it extremely gently.

The nurse bowed slightly, turned to go out, and closed the door.

It wasn't until this moment that the movements in Dai Xijiu's hands slowed down, she paused for a moment, raised her hand and gently touched his eyebrows, smiled dumbly, and kissed the corners of his wet lips: "As long as you get better." ”

"I don't blame you for anything. ”

She thought, now that she has done nothing, she can't even deceive others, how can she deceive herself.

She is in love with him.

Go deep into the bone marrow, into the flesh and blood, and there is no end.

Even if he is no longer her familiar voice and smile, everything about him is like an incurable poison.

She loved him gentlely, loved him compassionately, and loved him for his scheming, perseverance, and ruthlessness.

Even if her love has no present, let alone the future.