"Qiao Ran..." I weakly called out his name.
He sat down on the stool next to the bed, looked at me fiercely and said, "Why do you always make people feel uneasy?"
Hearing him say this, tears welled up in my eyes, "I thought you would never care about me again."
"Yes! I don't want to worry about you anymore. I just came to see if you are dead."
I never thought that he would say such heartless words, and I cried even harder, "You can leave, I'm not dead yet!" I ignored the wound I had just undergone surgery and spoke loudly, which hurt like tearing.
Suddenly he grabbed my hand hard and said, "If you don't take care of yourself, I will be the one who dies!"
"You bastard!" I hugged him and cried loudly, "How dare you die!"
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When I walked to the door of my house, a figure wearing plaster and supporting an iron pillar came into view. He leaned against the door with his eyes closed. He had handsome features and charming outlines...
I walked closer to him and said in a reproachful tone, "Why don't you take a good rest when your feet are not healed yet?"
"Because I miss you." He opened his eyes and looked at me and said sincerely.
I never seemed to have a positive answer to this question. I suddenly asked a question that was beyond my expectation, "Who is she? How much do I look like her?"
"You are very similar."
"Where is she?"
"In front of me."