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Gu Juixi frowned, and Ye Yuwei stepped up and walked in. The table beside the bed still had her notes and laptop, as well as the instant noodles she had eaten.

"Wen Shan, Wen Shan." Ye Yuwei shouted while sitting by the bed, seeing that no one woke up and reached out and touched her forehead. "It's so hot, Gu Juxi, sent to the hospital." Ye Yuwei said, quickly opened Wen Shan's quilt called Gu Juxi standing at the door.

Gu Juxi heard the words of Ye Yuwei and hurried in, and then picked up Wen Shan and walked out.

When they took Wenshan to the hospital, Wenshan had burned to forty degrees.

"It's really good for a man." Gu Juxi said in exasperation.

Ye Yuwei looked at Wen Shan lying on the bed and looked back at Gu Juxi, knowing that Gu Juxi was distressed. After all, he was also the one who regarded Wen Shan as his sister.

Ye Yuwei sent a message to Nalan Chunbo and found a care worker to take care of them. They came later and left.

They still have things to deal with today.

When Nalan Chunbo received the text message, he was still in the underground parking garage of the hotel. When he saw the news, he drove out without saying a word.

When Nalan Chunbo arrived at the hospital, she almost ran all the way to Wenshan's ward. She was still hanging up, and the whole person was still in a coma.

Nalan Chunbo walked in slowly. Only the sound of drops dripping in the room was quiet. When he walked to the bed, he saw Wen Shan's burnt complexion.

The heart seemed to be grasped fiercely with a pair of small hands, and the touch of those small hands was too clear.

Nalan Chunbo slowly sat down on the stool by the bed and reached out to hold her dripping hand. The tactile sensation was like the tactile sensation of the small hands holding his heart tightly.

In memory, she is always so energetic, as if it will always be the most vivid synonym. She will jump to him and sweetly call him father Nalan. She will go to watch it all night to take him to eat delicious food. Somewhere, she will at any cost to see him.

She is always so energetic.

But what's wrong now?

"A person like me, why is it worth your hard work." Nalan Chunbo whispered, inferiority before, now? More timid than disgusting.

Nalan Chunbo reached out and stroked her hot face, "Give up, I don't deserve your attention."

"Daddy Naran--" Wen Shan murmured, tears flowing down the corner of his eyes.

Have you ever tried the feeling of broken love?

Wen Shan thought, she tried.

Nalan Chunbo was buried in her palm, not looking up for a long time.

After this incident, he was leaving.

Perhaps he was gone, and that was the most correct choice. Maybe he was gone. For her, she would allow those who love her to walk into her life.

Who is crying?

Who is talking in her ear?

Who is letting her give up, she wants to cry out loud that she doesn't want to give up, but she can't say it, the person keeps saying let her give up, let her give up—

That voice was so familiar, so familiar that it made her tearful.

Slowly, the voice was getting farther and farther, farther and farther away, and she couldn't even catch the sound.

Nalan Chunbo stood at the door, looking at the woman on the bed, slowly closed his eyes, and then strode away from here.

He said: Give up, not worth it.

Wen Shan was lying on the bed, tears running down the corners of her eyes, as the voice grew further and further away, she could not hear it as far away.

She said: OK.

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