It was difficult to close my eyes and was on the verge of collapse. Finally, I got up to do the questions and finished writing all the test papers. The sky was already white.

He lay on the bed, silent around him, looking at the empty and quiet house, and once again deeply realized that in this world he had become alone, without any blood bonds, nor any relatives.

It's like a wandering soul, floating in the vast world.

There will never be a place called home waiting for him.

Even if he disappears, no one will know or no one will care.

When Qiu Qing'an was awakened by the pain, the room was pitch black. I don't know when his consciousness was ups and downs in half of the dream and half awake. The only thing that clearly reminded him that he was alive was a burst of colic in his stomach.

He closed his eyes hard in the darkness, curled up, and felt a ridiculous disregard in his mind.

That's it, maybe you can get relief.

In the numb pain, time passed without a trace. Just before Qiu Qing'an was about to lose consciousness and fell into a coma, a knock on the door suddenly came from his ears.

At first it was shallow and light, but later, it was urged and urged, making it difficult for people to sleep peacefully.

Qiu Qing'an frowned, and his cognition was pulled in illusion and reality. In the end, the sound of the door being knocked off by the disturbing dreams gained the upper hand.

He opened his eyes.

...

And at this moment.

The warm light poured out in the room, and the stomach that had taken medicine and porridge no longer had the previous pain. Someone was lying not far away, accompanying him silently.

Qiu Qing'an held the corner of his mouth.

Sometimes people tend to get stuck in a stubborn way and think they are abandoned by the whole world. Now when you look back, it's just a bit pretentious.

When I walked out, I suddenly felt that the sky was bright and there was a way to go everywhere.

He lifted the quilt and got off the bed with a slight hand. As soon as he stepped on the ground, his stomach thrust slightly.

Qiu Qing'an walked up to Heyue, bent down, carefully picked her up from the ground, endured the pain, and put her on the bed with difficulty.

She didn't wake up, but just rubbed her face against the pillow and slept peacefully.

Qiu Qingan laughed silently, lay on the other side as if he was losing strength, staring at the ceiling for a while before he calmed down.

There was a delicate sweat on my forehead, and it was blown by the cold wind and it was full of coolness.

He exhaled slowly, stroked the back of his hand and turned his face to look at Heyue, who was half a meter away, and looked quietly, with his eyes clean and focused.
Chapter completed!