Outside the intensive care unit of a private hospital
In the corridor, Yunmo and Chuwan sat side by side on a bench.
I saw several medical staff carrying trays and hurrying into the intensive care unit where Xiao Wujie was the only patient.
Yunmo raised his eyes, immediately jumped off the bench, and stood on tiptoe, trying to catch a glimpse of the person he wanted to see through the gap in the heavy iron door of the ward.
The heavy iron door of the intensive care unit slammed shut without mercy, and a hint of disappointment flashed across Yunmo's clear eyes.
Five days have passed. A full five days have gone by.
Seeing medical staff come and go every day, asking about the situation with high hopes each time, only to leave disappointed each time.
The most serious incident occurred the day after Xiao Wujie was admitted to the intensive care unit; they even received a critical condition notice from the hospital.
The notice was received and signed by the teacher's wife. He still remembers the look on her face when she held the notice of the teacher's critical illness.
She didn't say anything, but gently pinched the corner of the critical condition notice and quietly stared at the door of the intensive care unit.
That chilling desolation and helplessness, like water, silently spread to every corner, so profound that it could overwhelm a person.
That was the first time he had ever felt that kind of sadness and even helplessness from his teacher's wife.
She still stood there with that same aloof posture, but her back view was so desolate and powerless.
At that moment, even he, an outsider, felt it with crystal clarity—
She can't live without him either.
His eyes suddenly reddened, and he couldn't help but turn around and hug Chu Wan's neck, burying his face in her shoulder.
Because of his height, he was slightly taller than Chu Wan when he was standing, and the scene was unexpectedly warm and harmonious.
Feeling Chu Wan's slender hand gently stroking his back, he buried his head even deeper, and a few tears silently slid down the corners of his red eyes.
He listened to his teacher's advice, recovered well from his injuries, and his relationship with Sister Wan improved rapidly.
He wanted to wait for the teacher to return so he could show off and ask for praise, but what he got in the end was that the teacher was seriously injured and on the verge of death.
If he could, he would love to give some of his life to his teacher, to see him as a celestial being, to walk up to him as usual, to smile and pat his head, and to praise him for being so capable.
Feeling the dampness on her shoulder, Chu Wan blinked silently twice, hesitated for a moment, and then gently cupped Yun Mo's face in her hands.
His eyes were red and swollen, and large tears streamed down his face like a broken string, accompanied by his sniffling, which made him look rather cute.
Seemingly feeling somewhat embarrassed to be shedding tears like this in front of his unfulfilled love, he couldn't help but blush and lower his head, not daring to look at Chu Wan.
Chu Wan frowned slightly, but she didn't make fun of him at all. She wouldn't laugh at people, and she could clearly sense that Yun Mo wasn't being pretentious; he was genuinely feeling very bad.
She didn't want to see him cry, but she didn't know how to comfort him; all she knew was that one "all-powerful obedient spell."
So, "Sweetie, don't cry."
In his mind's eye was Xiao Wujie lying unconscious on the hospital bed, and in his eyes was Chu Wan wiping away his tears without any disgust.
Yunmo felt a sudden pang of sorrow, and large tears welled up uncontrollably, like a flood bursting its banks.
Seeing Yunmo's tears flowing more and more as she wiped them away, Chu Wan's "omnipotent obedient spell" failed once again, and she blinked her eyelashes, feeling helpless.
Her usually calm eyes were suddenly filled with turmoil, and as her gaze shifted, she abruptly reached out and grasped Yunmo's head, her fragrant lips instantly pressing against Yunmo's rosy lips.
In the long hospital corridor, the handsome boy instantly stopped his tears, his eyes blank and vacant.
A blush instantly rose to her porcelain-white face, making her feel as if she were floating on clouds.
Oh my god!
I kissed Sister Wan~
The capital city at night is dimly lit.
The neon lights reflected a dazzling array of colors on the streets after the rain, giving this city that never sleeps a psychedelic look.
A narrow and secluded alley is nestled between skyscrapers. There is no neon light, only faint light filtering through the gaps between the buildings, dark and unknown to anyone.
Countless men in black, wearing cloaks and masks, descended from the sky, their eyes gleaming with cold light as they stared at the tall figure in a black suit in the center of the alley.
Looking at the men in black filling the alley, Lu Zhufeng's eyes held a hint of nonchalance. The cigarette in his mouth, not yet completely burned, flickered slightly, and smoke swirled around his lips.
The damp alley was deathly silent. A drop of water fell to the ground with a "plop," and countless men in black instantly sprang to their feet and swarmed forward.
The cigarette butt traced an arc in the air before falling to the ground and extinguishing itself. Lu Zhufeng's nonchalant gaze suddenly turned deep and sharp.
The men in black descended in droves, and he calmly loosened his collar and cufflinks.
Veins bulged on his thick arms. With a single punch, the air seemed to be torn apart, and a large number of men in black fell to the ground.
Without any fancy moves or actions, the simplest punches and kicks are like a sudden storm, a thousand troops, and few can withstand a single blow.
With a loud "bang," a gunshot rang out, and a sharp bullet, accompanied by a bang, headed straight for Lu Zhufeng.
He casually grabbed a long knife stuck in the ground, slightly raised his eyelids, and suddenly slashed from the front, splitting the bullet in two.
The long sword flew from his hand, and the attacker fell to the ground.
The remaining men in black looked at Lu Zhufeng, who resembled a god of death, with fear in their eyes and fled towards the alley entrance without regard for anything else.
With a silent, slight smile, Lu Zhufeng lowered his rolled-up sleeves, straightened his collar, put one hand in his pocket, and walked unhurriedly towards the alley entrance.
Just as the last few men in black leaped to the alley entrance, a slender figure silently appeared, flipped her short blade, and several sprays of blood flew up. All the men in black fell to the ground, leaving none alive.
Slowly walking out of the alley and standing by the roadside, gazing at the brightly lit high-rises and the intertwined car lights, Lu Zhufeng's eyes were filled with darkness.
I'm inexplicably irritable and have a craving for a cigarette.
He took out a cigarette and put it in his mouth. Just as he was about to close the cigarette pack and put it back in his pocket, a slender, white hand reached out in front of him.
He looked up at Chu Liyue, whose face was cold and indifferent, and was slightly taken aback, but still handed her a cigarette with a surprised expression.
With a "snap," a flame ignited. Lu Zhufeng held the fire in one hand and shielded Chu Liyue from the wind with the other, delivering it to her.
The lighter's light flashed and disappeared in an instant, the cigarette butt glowing a soft red light.
Chu Liyue's figure was cold and aloof. Her slender fingers held a cigarette lightly between her fingers, exuding elegance and nobility. As her red lips parted, wisps of smoke swirled and rose in the air.
Her cold, deep eyes were faintly visible in the smoke, noble yet enigmatic.
Her stunning face appeared even more three-dimensional in the interplay of light and shadow, with distinct contours, so beautiful that one dared not look directly at her, yet there seemed to be a strange sense of melancholy about it.
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