Thank you for Waiting, Mister Tang!

They must have lied to her.

An Lan, will not die, absolutely will not die!

Ye Liangqiu searched desperately, pushing open the doors of the wards one by one.

Those faces with the wrong Hubei are not her An Lan.

She opened the quilt of those people regardless, she was scolded by a lunatic, but she didn't care at all.

Dragging the remaining body, the palm was bleeding again, and the blood dripped drop by drop to the floor of the hospital with her... until she was desperate.

At the end of the hospital aisle, sunlight was unable to penetrate the glass, leaving only a faint afterglow.

Ye Liangqiu squatted on the wall, holding her head with her fingers, she buried her face deeply in her knees.

At this time, she was not a strong Ye Liangqiu, not a queen, or even a mother of three children.

She is just Ye Liangqiu who lost her lover.

Everything is like going back to the past, back to when she had nothing.

Her body was once so tough, but now, it is so fragile...

She cried lowly, venting the grief in her heart presumptuously, and her cries grew louder and became piercing.

"An Lan!" She closed her eyes and called his name...

On the hospital square, a group of white pigeons was startled.

The pigeons startled and flew into the sky with their wings stupefied, blocking the sunlight in the long aisle.

The light is getting darker and heavier.

She squatted there alone, the whole world, as if she was left alone...

And in the ward where she was squatting, a body lay quietly, full of tubes.

He was lying there, **** in plaster, unable to move.

The eyes were closed tightly, and only one pair of eyes could be seen on the face...they kept shaking, but they couldn't open them.

His consciousness is far away, and his body is like fragments, piece by piece.

He heard someone crying... whose voice was that?

Is it Liangqiu? Is it his cool autumn?

Is he dead or alive?

Why can I still hear Liang Qiu crying...

He remembered and hugged her, but he didn't even have the strength to blink, let alone stand up.

The consciousness has recovered a bit, but it also means that the pain has also increased...

Severe pain... Her cry seemed inaudible.

He tried hard to abandon his pain and feel her pain.

But the pain, so turbulent, he couldn't resist at all, he could only ups and downs, ups and downs with consciousness...

The fingers dropped again, returning to peace.

He fell asleep, falling asleep in pain.

The next time I wake up, I don't know when, at that time, can I hear her voice?

He fell asleep, and only when he fell asleep, did he feel less pain...

Outside the door, a slender figure slowly approached her.

He stood beside her and said in a low voice, "Liang Qiu, I will take you back to the ward."

She didn't cry anymore, just put her pointed face on her knees and looked ahead without moving.

Suddenly, she raised her eyes, "An Lan?"

When I saw the person's face clearly, her face was dumbfounded, and I was disappointed.

Not An Lan, he is Du Yuesheng.

She did not move, but buried her face deeper.

She didn't want to care about him, didn't want to see anyone.

At this time, she just wanted to be alone and didn't want to hear any bad news.

"You go away." Her voice was hoarse, her face was full of tears, dry, not dry.

Du Yuesheng stood there with a dry voice, "Do you really love him so much?"