School grass, your foodie is gone again

Chapter 919 Won't Come Back Again

With pain in his heart, his hands were trembling, and he reached out to his big hand and grasped it tightly.

Moist tears filled the eyes, choked with sobs, "I promise you, I won't leave, I will stay by your side, and you also promise me, don't get excited, okay?"

Her words hit his eardrum clearly, and there was a tinge of joy in his sad expression.

Gradually, the ups and downs in his chest subsided.

Feeling that the atmosphere gradually calmed down, Qiyue breathed a sigh of relief, her inner grief intensified, and she buried her head on the hospital bed in pain.

Nangonghan's dark eyes stayed on the white ceiling, but his heart fell into deep thought.

He could feel the pain in her heart, his slender fingers trembled slightly, and he swallowed bitterly.

——I'm sorry, compared to losing her, he can only keep her in this self-destructive way.

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late at night.

The light emitted a dim yellow light, elongating his figure, and his amber eyes were fixed on the rotating second hand.

When it moved, his heart was tormented, and as the night gradually deepened, the feeling of torment deepened.

With a gloomy face, thin lips tightly pursed, and between the brows, there is a coldness and suppressed anger.

Grabbing the wine on the side with his big hand, he quickly poured out a glass, raised his head, and drank it down.

The strong alcohol melted into the blood, still unable to numb the feeling of suffering in the heart.

[July, it's three o'clock in the morning, and you won't be back. 】

The voice in his heart reminded him repeatedly.

Before leaving, her words of assurance resounded clearly in her mind. It seemed that those words were just her words, and he foolishly took them seriously.

It was already three o'clock in the morning, and he was still waiting here for something.

Thinking, he drank a glass of wine in one gulp.

It was placed heavily on the table, the silent air, the sound of the second hand ticking away, knocked his broken heart one by one.

"what……."

"boom."

Annoyed, he frantically swept away the items on the table, the sound of breaking was very clear in the silent late night.

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The next day.

In the quiet ward, a ray of golden sunlight shone into the ward, and everything seemed extraordinarily comfortable.

Mo Qiyue was covered with a quilt, curled up on the sofa, closed her eyes, and slept peacefully.

He tilted his head slightly, golden light sprinkled on his outline, exuding a dignified aura.

The dark eyes rolled on her fair face, and she refused to move away for a long time.

If you think about it, you can get closer to her and reach out to touch her skin, that feeling will be warmer.

"Dong dong."

Suddenly, the sound from the door of the ward broke the quiet and warm scene.

After Shu Yacheng knocked twice, she opened the door of the ward arbitrarily. The reason why she knocked was to let Zuo Qiyue know, lest she rush in and bump into the ambiguous and embarrassing scene. She didn't want to experience the feeling of heartache again.

Her eyes instinctively looked at the person on the hospital bed, and naturally, the eyes of the two people intersected.

When he saw Shu Yacheng, his originally gentle face instantly turned cold. He casually looked away and looked at Qiyue without any scruples.

Although it was a flash of cold eyes, Shu Yacheng still caught it, his heart throbbed with pain, but his face pretended to be happy.

"Han, you finally woke up."

With an excited voice, she walked towards him and held his big warm hand tightly.

No matter how he treats her, as long as he wakes up safe and sound, she will be very relieved.

"Well."

Most Qiyue heard the voice in a daze, woke up from the dream, slowly opened his eyes, and sat up.

(End of this chapter)