"Yuanyuan, I think it's time for me to leave. He loves you more than his life." When he saw Song Chen running towards Yuanyuan so hard just to prevent her from being hit by the glass window falling from the 6th floor, Si Hao admitted that he was shocked and jealous. Why was he not the one protecting Yuanyuan?
"Xiaomeng, only I can call you that. This is a name that belongs to me. No one can call you that except me. You promise me," the pale boy in the ward said stubbornly.
"Okay, I promise, Xiaomeng belongs to you alone, and no one will ever call me that." Looking at the boy's stubborn eyes, Meng Yuan promised that her hand hurt because the boy held it tightly, but she didn't want to withdraw her hand. This was the only thing she could do for him now. Obviously three hours ago, this boy was still so healthy and lively by her side, but now his face looked so pale and his black shirt was wet. All of this was for her.
"Xiaomeng, please smile. I like to see you smile at me. Don't frown or cry." The young man raised his hand with great effort, trying to put a smile on Meng Yuan's face.
Mengyuan tried her best to hold back the tears that were about to burst out of her eyes, and raised a smile to the young man. The young man smiled back at her. He seemed to have seen a whole field of lilacs, which contained his dream, the most beautiful dream.
Meng Yuan will never forget this day in 2008 because she lost the two most important people, a best friend and a favorite friend.
Four years later, when that person came back to her again, she told herself that this time she would not escape again, no one could live without air, they had missed it for so long...