When he saw Ye Lingxu again, he was in the intensive care unit. Fu Xiyi had never been
I thought I would see you again in this form, seeing someone who once loved to laugh so much
people.
Ye Lingxu lost weight, closed her eyes tightly, and curled her eyelashes gently
Trembling, accompanied by the slow rise and fall of the chest wrapped in quilt,
Like a doll whose cotton wool has been drained, it blends into the hospital bed.
The beeping sound of the heartbeat monitor echoed throughout the dark ward.
Fu Xiyi quietly approached the head of the bed and looked down at the pale and pale man on the bed.
A familiar face, a tear falling on the man's fair and delicate forehead
On the top, Fu Xiyi hurriedly raised his head to wipe away the tears from the corners of his eyes, and turned his head.
Go find paper.
At this time, Fu Xiyi's hand stained with tears was swept by a warm touch.
Startled suddenly, he turned around and met a pair of eyes with a slight smile.
"Why are you crying? I haven't
die. "...
Purpose: youth growth, social humanity