Late at night, hospital.

Nan Zexiu was guarding the bedside of Nanjing, and the ward was very quiet.

Nan Jing slowly opened his eyes and looked at the person sitting by the bed, and said hoarsely: "Where are them?"

His lips were light, bloodless, and his sickly fair face was cold and indifferent.

Nan Zexiu heard his voice and quickly got up.

"Xiao Jing, you..."

"I remember it all." Nan Jing interrupted him, and Mo Hei's eyes looked calm and there was no mixed feelings.

Nan Zexiu looked at the indifferent and indifferent Nan Jing in front of him, and suddenly felt a little sad.

He still remembers that Xiao Jing called him "brother" before, but that was because of his amnesia.

Now that the real Xiao Jing is back, I'm afraid I won't hear that "brother" in the future, right?

Nan Zexiu's eyes dimmed and she said lightly: "They are back."

Nan Jing turned his head and looked at the two potted plants next to the windowsill. He asked hoarsely: "Before I fell into a coma, Gu Tingxiao told me that my feelings for Xiao Niannian are just dependent on me, and I don't understand what love is."

Speaking of this, Nan Jing stopped and turned to Nan Zexiu: "Brother, what kind of feelings do you think I have for Xiao Niannian?"

A "Brother" almost made Nan Zexiu cry.

His voice trembled: "Xiao Jing, what did you call me just now?"

He thought that Xiao Jing would call him like this only when he lost his memory. He thought that he would always live in his own world and would no longer want to have anything to do with his brother.

Nan Jing raised his lips and smiled helplessly: "If you don't like it, I can change my words."

"No, I, I like it very much."

Nan Zexiu, who has always been calm and calm and has a good plan, was nervous like a fool at this moment.

He stood beside Nan Jing's bed and looked out the window.

"Xiao Jing, I used to think that as long as you can keep An Xiaonian by your side, you will be happy. But now I think, I was wrong. Xiaonian is just a friendship between friends. And she can't give you what you want."

"But Xiao Jing, should you ask yourself, what do you want? Is it a warmth or love?"

Nan Zexiu's words were deeply imprinted into Nan Jing's mind, and he stared at the pot of cornflower on the windowsill.

He spoke lightly: "On the day my mother died, the pot of cornflower that I liked the most also withered. The moment she jumped downstairs, I felt that my whole world was dark."

"Later, I met Xiao Niannian. She was a very lively little girl. She smiled sweetly. Whenever I saw her laughing, I felt that there was light in my world."

"So I like to be with her. No matter where she goes, as long as she is still there, my world will not become what it is."

Nan Zexiu suddenly felt sorry for his younger brother when he heard these words.

He knew that his mother had a great influence on Xiao Jing.

It is also because of my mother that Xiao Jing becomes autistic and depressed.

That woman died, but she let Xiao Jing live in the darkness.

"Xiao Jing, what you want is actually a person who is kind to you, you make you happy enough, and you give you a sense of security. In fact, it is not a must for An Xiaonian. You are just a psychological and love-oriented dependence on him."

"Do you think so?"

Nan Jing suddenly asked back, his eyebrows and eyes were quiet, and there was no turbulence in his dark eyes.

Seeing Nan Zexiu nodding, Nan Jing suddenly smiled.

Is it true, only he himself knows?
Chapter completed!