"Didi! Didi!"

The morning light was dim, and the rain that had been falling all day and night had stopped. The entire city B was immersed in the heavy moisture after the rain, so that the cars driving on the wet road made a crushing sound that was not usual.

It was as if countless amounts of water were being rolled over it until it was flattened, making it look like normal.

Zhan Lianshi looked at the dim light outside the window.

Tomorrow is coming and the night has not yet dissipated. This is the most chaotic time.

He woke up.

Wake up sober.

However, the voice lingering in his ears left him as he woke up.

Silent night enveloped him.

The beating of the heart becomes silent.

He rarely dreams, but after that year, he started to dream.

From time to time, over and over again.

Just like just now, he dreamed about the days when she was with him that year.

It's not a thrilling past, nor an unforgettable memory, it's ordinary and ordinary.

But he would dream about it again and again.

People, big things always make themselves remember because they are important, while small things are ignored by themselves because they can be seen everywhere and are not surprising.

But when one day this is not surprising, it disappears. As time goes by and accumulates, you will find that it is so important.

It is impossible to live without it.

His eyes moved slightly and his gaze retracted.

Flex his fingertips to make him sit up.

But this time, he stopped moving.

His hand was pressed by something, it was weak, soft, strange and familiar at the same time.

He looked over.

There was a person lying on the edge of the bed. She was asleep, with her face on one side, facing him.

Eyelashes closed, eyebrows quiet, she held his hand, rested her face on his hand, and breathed softly.

There was no light on in the ward, but the light from outside came through, and he was able to see her appearance and her eyebrows clearly.

Here she comes.

At this moment, all sounds were silent.

He stared at her, and time stood still.

I knew she would come, but I never thought it would be so soon.

The fingertips moved slightly, the knuckles flexed, and the hand hanging on the other side stretched out.

However, when he is about to lift it, stop.

He looked at her brows and eyes, that quiet calmness, and the dark ink in her eyes, shrouded in the dark night.

He retracted his gaze and stared ahead.

At this moment, the silence in the ward disappeared.

Time is ticking, moving forward inch by inch.

The night fades away silently, the light of day gradually takes over, black and white alternate, and the city is recovering.

However, the rain that had stopped before started falling again.

A steady drizzle.

Not big.

But it was enough to cast a layer of fog over the entire Kyoto.

Lin Liang's eyelashes twitched and his eyes opened.

Because, the hand she was holding was pulled away.

She looked at the person in her sight, and her previously closed eyes opened.

As the night was about to fade away, she saw the deep ink in his eyes.

The night receded, but the dark color in his eyes was still there.

With a movement of her fingertips, she sat up.

Where there is light, everything can be seen clearly; where there is no light, there is darkness.

Some people like to see clearly, and some people enjoy darkness, but many times, people prefer blur.

If you can't see clearly, you can't see the shortcomings.

Just like now.

She looked at him with no hatred, no resentment, no anger, her heart was so calm.

It seems that nothing happened between them in the past few years.

They were just an ordinary couple, they had a little conflict, that's all.

only.

She looked at the person in her sight, his appearance, they seemed to be back to the day he said they were getting divorced.

He sat on the sofa and said those words indifferently, without any emotion in his expression.

The same is true for him now.

He was as indifferent as that day, unchanged at all.

Flexing his knuckles, Lin Lian said, "The doctor said you had a bone marrow transplant last month."

What should I say?

In fact, there is a lot I want to say, but at this point, looking at this face and these deep eyes, many words have been reduced.

Zhan Lian was staring ahead, his eyes like the dark night, and when he heard Lin Lian's words, there was not a single wave in his eyes.

Just like that day she asked him why.

His expression then was exactly the same as it is now.

Cold-hearted and cold-hearted.

"Um."

I didn't want to answer, but I answered anyway.

Exactly the same.

He curled his fingers and then let go: "I'm going to call the doctor."

She turned and left.

That year and that day, she would ask why, but now, she won't.

The person she is now is no longer the person she was then.

And there are many questions that need to be asked, but at this moment there seems to be no need to ask any more.

His demeanor and appearance already told her the answer.

"Don't come again."

A low voice fell into my ears, with a hint of hoarseness.

Because of injury.

However, the coldness and ruthlessness in this voice was exactly the same as that night.

Never.

Lin Lian stopped.

She raised her head, looked ahead, and fixed her gaze.

"Do you love me? Even a little?"

"Never."

"Don't come again."

Suddenly, a hole was ripped open in his heart, and blood flowed out.

Clenching his fingers, Lin Liang turned around and opened his lips: "Why save me?"

She looked at the person on the bed, his ruthless brows, her eyes unblinking.
To be continued...