Xiaoyu is dead.
He lay quietly, as if simply asleep. It was the first time I looked at him in such detail - he was about to celebrate his 20th birthday.
Her fair skin and delicate facial features exude a quiet childishness. He is still a child who has not grown up.
Suddenly I remembered the silly way he looked when he chased me and called me "sister" a few years ago. In his eyes, I must be an angel.
Thinking of his smiling face, my heart suddenly twitched, and unspeakable sadness overflowed from the bottom of my heart. He was dead - the doctor's "resuscitation failed" declared everything.
I leaned on the shoulder of my fiancé, Jiang Sheng, and his white shirt was wet with tears. He stood motionless, neither comforting me nor showing how sad he was, but just staring at Xiaoyu who was no longer breathing. My crying could only be heard in the whole ward. After a long time, Jiang Sheng said calmly: "How did he die?"
The doctor said: "He took □□. □□ Contains highly toxic substances and is an acute poison. How can a young child not think about it? □□ Is difficult to obtain, how could he..." "He did not commit suicide." Jiang Sheng interrupted the doctor. I looked up and saw that Jiang Sheng's facial muscles were tense due to clenching his teeth. From my angle, I seemed to be able to see that his eyes were slightly red. "Please have my condolences." The doctor sighed and walked out of the ward.
I suddenly remembered the faint smell of almonds.
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