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When did you first meet Qinghan?
After Jiang Min took the medicine and locked the door, he lay in the middle of the big bed in the bedroom, covered with a quilt and thought.
The long-lasting memory of high school became even more blurry in Jiang Min's already sluggish brain. I remember it was a hot afternoon, and there was a cicada sound in her ears. It was very noisy, Jiang Min thought to herself.
The dim sunset seemed to put a filter on the person standing at the door of the class, soft and warm. After the person said the important things, he raised the corners of his mouth slightly and nodded to the class, turned around and left...
It was short-lived, but that figure always stayed in Jiang Min's mind. Every time he passed by their class after class, he would always peek inside. Seeing her smile made Jiang Min happy. When he saw her as the monitor standing on the podium talking, Jiang Min felt heart palpitations.
What should I do? Thinking of leaving her soon, it still hurts here. Jiang Min stroked his heart gently. However, Qinghan, you want to be happy...
Bao Qinghan sat on the chair next to the white bed in the hospital with a pale face. His shoulders and back, which were originally straight, now slumped, sinking into the chair. Looking at the empty bed, Bao Qinghan leaned his upper body and pressed his cheek against the bed sheet, feeling that the smell of Jiang Min still lingered on it. She didn't believe it, she didn't believe it! Jiang Min would not die like this. Bao Qinghan stood up with determination in his eyes.
Note:
1. You can collect it if you like it
2. Gentle, restrained, affectionate and dedicated sister | considerate and sensitive little pitiful (rough setting, subject to content hehe)
3. The author is lazy.
Purpose: Emotional healing