Half an hour later.

Hospital rooftop.

Shi Yu pushed open the rooftop door, Luo Cimian sat next to the door, and Shi Yu saw him at a glance.

He curled up in a ball, his hands clenched around himself, lonely as if he were the only one left in the world.

Shi Yu felt so uncomfortable in his heart.

It hurt so much that she couldn't breathe.

She stretched out her hand and cautiously leaned over, but halfway through, she was gently held by a slightly cool hand.

The boy looked up at her, his pale face, bloodless lips, black hair scattered across his forehead, and dark eyes.

That was the first time Shi Yu had seen such an expression in Luo Cimian's eyes.

Emptiness, pain, despair, and an endless torn black hole.

Those eyes looked at her, trying to restore their usual gentleness and pride, but after looking into her eyes, tears instantly welled up.

"I'm so scared, little grapefruit, I'm so scared......"

"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, it's okay, it's okay, it's okay, I'm here......"

"I'm going to feel sorry for you like this......"

Shi Yu squatted down in front of the boy on her knees, and she leaned over to hug him.

Her arms were thin and weak, but she tried hard to hold him in her arms.

Gently patted him on the back and whispered softly to comfort him in the ear.

The boy grabbed his hair and looked very pained: "I don't want to, I didn't know she was pregnant......"

"Otherwise I wouldn't have pushed her, I didn't know it would be like this......"

"She said I was a murderer...... I really didn't mean to......" Luo Cimian was a little incoherent.

"Little grapefruit, don't come near me, stay away from me."

"I'm dirty."

"My hands are covered with blood......

Luo Cimian wiped his hands vigorously on his clothes, lowered his head and muttered to himself, Shi Yu held his hand tightly and stared at him.

"No, it's clean, you see, there's nothing on it."

Shi Yu clasped his fingers, intertwined them, and held them tightly in front of Luo Cimian, his eyes fell on them, moved, and then slowly settled down.

Luo Cimian suddenly leaned over and hugged her, his shoulders trembled, his face sunk between her neck, and he cried bitterly.

Shi Yu's small hand held his face, her soft fingertips swept the corners of his eyes, and she lowered her head to kiss his tears.

The kiss was so gentle, as if I wanted to give him all my love and sincerity.

"Luo quit sleeping, don't cry," Shi Yu tried his best to stabilize his emotions, and his voice was soft and soft, "You didn't mean to." ”

"It was just an accident."

"I know you don't want to."

"Everyone will do something wrong, but doing something wrong is not doing something bad, and even a very good person has to go through the darkness."

She said word by word, "Don't despair because you're in the dark, I'll pull you out." ”

"I'm here, I'll take you away."

Shi Yu's voice was gentle and gentle, and the soft voice was like a stream brushing through his heart, easily brushing away the sorrow in his heart.

The person leaning on her calmed down a little, and the sad choking gradually disappeared.

Luo Cimian lowered his head, his bangs covered his eyes, the red under his sockets loomed, he sniffed, and his voice was hoarse.

"Since I was a child, I don't know how many times I have been beaten, and she has beaten me fiercely every time, as if it is not her son who is standing in front of her, but an enemy."

"I occasionally wonder if she's alive to torture me..."

"Today, it's finally over."

"Little grapefruit, you say, is a person like me unworthy of love?"