Wang Xiaolu was lying on the bed, his forehead burning hot, as if there was a fire burning inside, devouring his consciousness bit by bit.
My body felt like it had been hit by a heavy hammer, every inch of my muscles was sore, even breathing became extremely difficult, and every time I inhaled, my throat felt burning.
Sweat poured down like rain, soaking my clothes, but it did nothing to relieve the heat and discomfort coming from inside out.
His eyes were blurry, sometimes closed tightly, sometimes barely opened, but he could only see a blurry world, and all the sounds in his ears became distant and fuzzy.
Yet, amidst this pain, Wang Xiaolu could feel a warm power quietly seeping into his heart. A warm hand seemed to be waving before him, gently wiping the sweat from his forehead.
In this brief moment of confusion and clarity, a figure quietly came into Wang Xiaolu's sight.
It was a familiar face...a face he had dreamed of countless times...a person he had longed to see countless times.
However, in this last moment of consciousness, he instinctively reached out and tightly grasped Ye Qingliu's hand. His fingers turned white from the force, as if this was the only life-saving straw he could grasp.
Wang Xiaolu held it tightly, unwilling to let go, as if this could prevent himself from falling into endless darkness.
"Don't... don't go..." He uttered these words with difficulty, his voice weak and trembling. His eyes were filled with pleading and despair, as if he was telling the people around him about his inner reluctance and fear.
However, no matter how hard he tried, fatigue and weakness eventually took over, and his fingers gradually lost strength and slowly loosened their grip on the corner of the clothes or the arm.
At that moment, he seemed to hear the sound of his own heartbreaking, and then he fell into endless darkness.
"Brother, how could this person be injured so seriously?"
"Jinyue, help me get a basin of water."
"Okay, brother."
(A New Day)
The moment Wang Xiaolu opened her eyes again, she saw a familiar figure.
Ye Qingliu sat on a chair beside the bed. The morning light shone through the gaps in the curtains onto his body, giving him a soft golden glow.
Wang Xiaolu's heart suddenly tightened. His face was so familiar and so touching, as if all her waiting and anticipation had received the best response at this moment.
Wang Xiaolu really wanted to cry at this moment. No one knew how he had persevered time and again in a world without him, and how he had gritted his teeth and walked step by step to his side in the cold interrogation room...
Wang Xiaolu opened her mouth slightly, wanting to call his name, but found her throat choked. She could only stare at him blankly, fearing that all this was just an endless dream of his.
"How are you?"
Ye Qingliu looked at him and asked.
"I'm...fine..."
"You fainted on the road..."
Wang Xiaolu didn't seem to listen at all, she just kept staring at Ye Qingliu, as if she wanted to deeply carve his figure into her mind...
"Thank you... for saving me..."
"Did something happen to you?"
"Yes...some unexpected situations that are hard to describe..."
"Do you need me to call your family?"
When the word "family" was mentioned, Wang Xiaolu thought of the forgotten Zhang Xuanhua.
"What's the number?"
Wang Xiaolu gave him a string of phone numbers.
Ye Qingliu hit him, and then a very urgent voice came from the opposite side.
"Wang Xiaolu, where the hell have you been? I called you so many times, why didn't you answer?"
"He's here with me."
Ye Qingliu's light words immediately broke down Zhang Xuanhua on the opposite side.
"What? Qingliu, why did he get to your place?"
"Since the person is with you, then everything will be fine."
Then the other party hung up the phone.
"Do you know each other?"
Wang Xiaolu asked.
"We are classmates."
Ye Qingliu replied to him and then went out.
When Ye Qingliu came in again, he had a bowl of steaming porridge in his hand.
Wang Xiaolu took the bowl from Ye Qingliu's hand, picked up the spoon, scooped a mouthful and put it into her mouth.
"Aren't you afraid that I might poison it?"
Ye Qingliu smiled and teased.
"Don't be afraid... You won't... I believe you..."
Wang Xiaolu looked into Ye Qingliu's eyes and spoke word by word.
Wang Xiaolu's inner thoughts: He's so handsome...
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