Cold-hearted young master and revenge bride

He sat down in the chair on the side of the hospital bed and looked at her quietly, as if to engrave her in his heart. Dawn sprinkles on her face, making her porcelain white skin look like a transparent texture, dense and long eyelashes, like a fan, beautiful like a porcelain doll. As time goes by, it seems to return to the moment when they first met. If only everything could return to the beginning.

His heart was almost inaudible sigh, but it seemed to have telepathy. She opened her eyes, which were clear and transparent, and looked at him steadily. A beautiful smile floated on his lips. He was stunned. It turned out that she was awake. He pretended to be angry and said, "are you pretending to sleep? Tell me, how long have you been awake? "

Her smile grew stronger. In fact, she didn't really fall asleep all night. She just pretended to be asleep for fear of his worry. Just now, as soon as he pushed the door, she pretended to close her eyes.

She blinked her eyes and said briskly, "I just woke up. I had a good sleep last night. I feel very strong today."

"Really?" He also laughed, from the bottom of his heart smile: "rest well, is half of success, we must have confidence, you know?"

"Well." She nodded heavily.

At this moment, she didn't want to have any dejected or parting emotions around them. She thought that he must be the same as her, although both of them knew that today's parting was likely to be the end of life and death.

However, even if this is the last time she and he are together, she only hopes that he will remember her smile, her beauty and her love.

She got up from the bed, straightened her clothes, and then said to Qi Aozhi, "Aozhi, comb my hair again. I want to appear in front of you. "

His heart trembled. After a while, her head would be shaved off for surgery. He picked up the comb, stood behind her and carefully combed her hair one by one. Vaguely, he seemed to go back to that year. At the seaside, her hair was disturbed by the sea wind. He volunteered to braid her braids

His hands were very soft. It seemed that he was afraid of hurting her. She leaned in his arms. In those years, he once combed her hair and braided her hair. He thought that the situation that was difficult to reproduce came true like a dream.

Her tone is as soft as a dream: "proud of it, if time is still at this moment, how good."

His hand holding the comb stagnated. In the next second, he hugged her heavily, as if to extend this moment infinitely

However, the most difficult thing in the world is time, the most difficult thing to control is time, and the easiest thing to lose is time.

In Qi Aozhi's life, although time is ruthless, it has never been so cruel as today.

It's time for the operation.

He accompanied her all the way, holding her hand tightly, until the moment before he was pushed into the operating room, her lips had been smiling, and he had been looking at her with a smile, but she clearly felt that he was holding her hand, shaking gently. She knew he was nervous, he was afraid. For her, she is not afraid of death. In the past three years, she has even been looking forward to that moment from time to time, because it is the greatest relief for her.

But now, she can't bear to die. If she dies, how does this man want to live? She can't bear to leave him alone in this world. She has too many words to say to this man and too many things to do with this man.