Immediately marriage: Mr.Li, I want your hug

Li Zhiyuan left. Yanluoxi looked down at the note paper in her hand. What flashed in front of her eyes was that her father carried her to the lantern show and bought her candied haws when he was a child.

Her eyes were burning. Holding the note paper, she hurried to the roadside, called a taxi and went straight to the hospital.

When she came to the inpatient department, she stood at the door of the ward, but she couldn't summon up the courage to knock. Since she was driven out of her house in the 15th year, she actually sneaked back every year for the new year.

Seeing the happy appearance of her father and Li Manni's mother and daughter, she would think that she was indeed redundant.

After so many years, she still remembers the heavy snow. She hid outside the community and saw them talking and laughing into the house. She didn't have resentment in her heart.

Yanluoxi raised her hand several times and put it down several times. Finally, she couldn't knock at the door.

Just turned to go, behind him came an old voice, "Rosie, is that you?"

Yanluoxi's back suddenly straightened, and her hand hanging on her side clenched into a fist. At that moment, she wanted to escape, but she turned stiffly. On the corridor, Lu Zhaoran pushed the old man in front of her.

The old man was in his old age, and he didn't have the heroic spirit of that year. He looked at her eagerly, "Rosie, my child, you've suffered outside these years."

Yan Luoxi glanced at the old man faintly. She said, "I'm just passing by."

The old man's eyes were dim, and Lu Zhaoran saw it. He frowned and said, "Rosie, uncle misses you very much. Since you came to see him specially, how can you have the heart to say these words to hurt his heart?"

Yanluoxi pursed his lips and looked at the skinny old man. He was old and not the man who drove her out of the house.

She said faintly, "where are you going now?"

"Go to the chemotherapy room." Lu Zhaoran's tone obviously softened.

Yanluoxi turned, "which way is the chemotherapy room going?"

It's her biological father. He doesn't have much time. If he cares about the past, it will only leave her regret in the future.

Lu Zhaoran was overjoyed. He hurriedly pushed the old man to catch up with her and the three went to the chemotherapy room together. However, the estrangement that had not been seen in nearly a decade was not so easy to eliminate.

Yan Luoxi didn't say a word all the way until Lu Zhaoran handed Yan Yingjie to the nurse. He looked back at Yan Luoxi leaning on the wall. He walked over and stood beside her.

"I've read all the recent news. Are you okay?"

Yanluoxi shook his head. "I'm fine."

"You're fine, Rosie, he..." Lu Zhaoran hesitated and continued: "is he good to you?"

Yan Luoxi looked at the closed chemotherapy room. She didn't know why Lu Zhaoran asked her this, but she still replied, "well, he is very kind to me."

Lu Zhaoran smiled bitterly, "Rosie, I was wrong at the beginning. I'm sorry. We agreed to be the only one for each other. I failed to live up to your trust. I regret it very much."

Yan Luoxi's fingers hanging on her side curled up slightly. She looked up at him, "Lu Zhaoran, why do you still say this to me now?"

Lu Zhaoran stared at her, "do you know? Recently, my uncle told me a lot about your childhood. He remembers everything so clearly that he actually loves you. "

Yan Luoxi lowered his eyes, "if he loves me, he won't drive me out of the house, no matter my life or death."

Lu Zhaoran shook his head. "No, you misunderstood him. He didn't care about your life or death. In fact, he has been paying attention to you these years. He will secretly go to school to see you and remember your test results every time."

Yan Luoxi was shocked at the bottom of his heart, "how do you know this?"

"Uncle can't find anyone to talk about these words. He knows I've been with you, so he told me. He doesn't want to tell you through my mouth, but wants to talk to someone who knows you. Roche, forgive him." Lu Zhaoran said sincerely.

Yan Luo hoped for the closed door of the chemotherapy room. She said faintly, "Lu Zhaoran, you haven't experienced it. You don't know how difficult it is to forgive."

"I know, Rosie, I once resented your cruelty. After three years of feelings, you said don't, don't. I was angry with you and went with Li Zhi, but in the end, I found that no matter what I did, I couldn't forget you." Lu Zhaoran's voice hides regret.

Yan Luoxi didn't want to hear his confession. No matter how a relationship ends, in the final analysis, it's fate. She said, "it's all over. You don't have to worry about it."

Lu Zhaoran shook his head, "Rosie, I can't get through it in my heart. If I hadn't been obsessed at that time, maybe we..."

"No if." Yan Luoxi's voice was particularly calm. She looked at Lu Zhaoran. "You know there has never been a if, so don't say these words again in the future. Stay with Li Zhiyuan. Even if you're sorry for me, I still hope you can be happy."

Lu Zhaoran's lips moved and looked at her cold side face. He didn't say anything at last. He had completely lost her. During this time, he has been around Yan Yingjie, but he is just waiting. When she figured it out one day, she will come to see Yan Yingjie.

Maybe he can see her then. Make the past clear. Even if she still can't forgive, he can let go and really start over.

An hour and a half later, Yan Yingjie came out after chemotherapy. The whole person was like an eggplant beaten by frost. He didn't look energetic. Yan Luoxi looked at him. After all, he still couldn't bear to go over and push his wheelchair to the ward.

Back in the ward, Lu Zhaoran took Yan Yingjie to bed and covered him with a quilt. He said, "Rosie, you're here with your uncle. I'll buy food downstairs."

She was at a loss when she spoke to luoxiton, but Lu Zhaoran had gone out of the door. She looked at the old man lying on the hospital bed with a pale face, "do you... Want to drink water?"

Yan Yingjie lifted his eyelids and looked at her close at hand. He patted the bedside, "Rosie, come and sit down and let dad have a good look at you."

Yanluoxi stood where she was. She bit her lower lip. "Have a good rest. I'll go back first."

She just turned around and heard a faint voice behind her, "I know you won't forgive me. My father always regretted what happened that year. I'm sorry that he drove you out of the house."

Yanluoxi closed her eyes. She said faintly, "I want to thank you. You taught me that even the closest people can't rely on. Without your original ruthlessness, I wouldn't be today."

Yan Yingjie's pupils constricted. Looking at the stubborn back, he regretted, "Rosie..."

"If you feel at ease, I'll see you again." Yanluoxi finished and hurried out of the ward. She leaned against the wall, heavily closed her eyes, and felt uncomfortable.