Chapter 102 Say Goodbye

The sunlight penetrates the glass window in front of the bed and is projected on the white sheets by the window, making the pale face lying quietly in ** show a little warmth.

The blizzard that began to fall the morning before yesterday lasted for a day and a night, and finally stopped yesterday evening.

At this moment, after the snow, the long-lost sunshine looks particularly bright and brilliant.

The handsome face, which has been shrouded in warmth for a long time, seems to have felt the peace outside the window. After sleeping for a day and a night, he finally opened his eyes slightly.

The ward is quiet, and the needles are audible. He slowly moved his head and limbs, and was glad that although his brain was still heavy and his limbs were weak, it at least proved that he was still alive!

At this time, he turned his head and fixed his eyes on the chair by the bed. He was also wearing a sick suit, tilting his head and closing his eyes to rest.

Just like the snowstorm that has stopped outside the window, is the blood rain and frost between him and her about to rain and clear up?

Thinking of this, a satisfied smile bloomed on his pale face.

Perhaps his long gaze shocked the figure by the bedside. She turned slightly. With the change of sleeping posture, under the two rows of long eyelashes like feather fans, a pair of big eyes slowly opened.

There was no surprise or pain. Her eyes were as calm as water, and the expression on her face was calm and gentle. Such a strange appearance made him lying sick** suddenly stunned. The joy that had just been brewed suddenly decreased by more than half.

He looked at her for a moment, and his slightly cracked lips opened gently. Because of the high fever for days, the voice, which was as clear as running water, was hoarse, but he still tried to open his mouth and said with difficulty, "It's good that you are here!"

Seeing her smile at him, he finally summoned up his courage and asked carefully, "Jingmin, are you willing to forgive me?"

"I forgive you." Luo Jingmin sat upright and blurted out the answer, almost without thinking, without hesitation.

"Really?" ** The haggard figure, who had been tortured by illness, sat up from the disease almost in an instant, stretched out his hands and firmly clasped her shoulders, and was about to hold her into his arms.

But she pushed him away. When he woke up from a serious illness, his body was weak after all. Her effort quickly pushed him back to **.

"You said you forgave me?" As if he couldn't believe everything in front of him, he leaned weakly against the head of the bed and muttered in pain.

"Yes, I mean I forgive you, but this doesn't mean we can start over." From beginning to end, every answer of Luo Jingmin was so calm, which extinguished his hope in an instant.

"Why?" At this moment, his eyes full of terrible blood stared at her in pain, as if he could swallow his remaining consciousness the next moment. This question was not only aimed at her, but also a helpless self-reproach. He deeply knew that he had not been qualified to ask her to change anything for a long time.

But when he remembered the scene in the snow last night, he vaguely heard that she wanted him to live, and she didn't want him to die...

He rekindled hope in his heart and pleaded bitterly: "No, no, no, you still have me in your heart. Last night, you clearly begged me not to die..."

"Yes, I don't want you to die because of me. From the beginning, I didn't have the right to ask you to do this. I hate your carelessness and your concealment and deception, but I hate my weakness even more. You have always been like that. I naively thought that I could change everything. Now I wake up from my dream.

"You are not naive, Jingmin, believe me. The Qingyu in the past has died. Just the night before, no, on the night of the press conference, he died completely. I have lived for more than 20 years. I never know what I really want, but now I have figured out... From the moment I stood in Luoyuan. From one night, I just want to tell you that I want to prove it to you. For you, I can change it..."

His hoarse voice has become hoarse in order to finish this paragraph eagerly, but he still wants to continue...

But she was interrupted by Luo Jingmin, who suddenly stood up from her seat. Her petite figure, hidden in the spacious hospital uniform, seemed so delicate, but the expression revealed in her eyes was extremely resolute and resolute.

"You don't have to say any more. I have made a decision. I'm here today to wait for you to wake up just to tell you in person. In fact, a few days ago, I booked a flight back to the United States. I want to go back to spend Christmas Eve with my mother, and then welcome the new year... In the new year, I want to be with my mother."

"I'll wait for you." He said his wish eagerly. In fact, he also wanted to say, "Whether you come back or not, I will wait for you and wait for you all the time."

But she didn't want to hear it anymore. "I'm leaving." Almost couldn't wait to finish saying this sentence, and she didn't even say goodbye. Her petite figure had come to the door and then disappeared into his sight...

It was not until this moment that the haggard figure of the sick ** was completely sober!

Is he destined to lose her forever? Will he really never get true love in his life like Fu Xiaoya's curse on that day?

Qing Yu's heart was entangled by this terrible curse, and he felt a burst of pain in his heart, as if he had been imprisoned by an iron lock, making bursts of cracks.

Once upon a time, he was secretly happy about his many romantic affairs and unstoppable peach blossoms. Was he proud that he could linger in the flowers without leaving any trace?

Today, he really realized that the truth is not like this. Those women who seem to get together and be separated may hate him very much from the bottom of their hearts. They secretly cursed him, hoping that the end of his next woman will be the same as themselves. No, it should be more miserable than themselves. Magy...

Thinking of this, the haggard figure lying numbly in ** took a breath of cold air.

It turned out that Yuncheng Yu, who thought he was a master of hunting, had never understood a woman. He had always thought that he was playing with others, and had always thought that he could accurately trap the heart of every woman around him with rich experience. It turned out that all this was just his self-righteous fantasy...

Now he has finally tied himself up, and no one is willing to believe his so-called vows and so-called love...

"Haha..." An inexplicable burst of laughter came out of the ward with terrible hoarseness, and then turned into a painful howl...