She didn't finish organizing and saving all the materials until 2 a.m. before taking a shower and resting.
Perhaps it was because she had been thinking about it during the day that she dreamt about it at night; she dreamt that Situ Ming was dead, and that he died with his eyes wide open.
In the dream, he was disfigured, one leg was hanging down below the knee, and he sat in a wheelchair, gazing at her with sorrow.
She asked in astonishment, "What happened?" Wasn't he injured the back of his head? And she took him to the hospital, didn't she? How could this have happened?
Did those people come back and capture him again? That's impossible!
Just as she was racking her brains trying to figure it out, she heard Situ Ming accuse her of not waiting for him. Was it so hard to wait for him?
Zhao Xiaoyue stared wide-eyed at the hand pointing at her; the scars on the hand were so obvious, they looked like burns.
That beautiful hand, that hand with a small red mole on its middle finger, was pointing at itself, all wrinkled.
Then she saw him sobbing and crying, and she wanted to go over and comfort him, but she couldn't get to him no matter what she did.
She looked like she had lost something very, very important; she cried so hard, she was utterly desperate.
Zhao Xiaoyue was heartbroken and kept pounding on the invisible wall in front of her. "Situ Ming! Situ Ming, don't cry, don't cry. I really didn't mean to. I'm sorry. I'll never leave you again."
She kept apologizing, but the person on the other end seemed not to hear her at all. He continued to cry in anguish, accusing her of wronged accusations and complaints about why she hadn't waited for him.
"Okay, okay, stop crying. I'm sorry, I know I was wrong. I'm sorry, please stop crying, okay?"
She kept saying sorry, "I've already said sorry, what more do you want!"
In my haste, I woke myself up!
Sitting on the bed, Zhao Xiaoyue looked completely bewildered. She slapped her face hard with her hand and wiped the cold sweat from her forehead.
Damn, that scared her to death! It was just a dream.
He collapsed onto the bed like a corpse. What should I do? What should I do? Could Situ Ming really be dead?
She needs to go to the hospital tomorrow to check. If she still hasn't woken up, then she'll have to use acupuncture.
If she continues to sleep like this, she'll probably become a vegetable, and then she'll really die. She'll never have peace of mind for the rest of her life.
I must go and confirm again tomorrow!
Then I stared at the intricate patterns under the bed until dawn.
Early in the morning, she got ready, took a taxi to the hospital, rushed to the ward door, and took a deep breath in front of the closed door.
Having mentally prepared herself, she knocked on the door. After three knocks and receiving no answer, she barged in…
Zhao Xiaoyue's eyes widened. The bed was neatly made and everything was clean. She stared blankly at the clean ward, tears streaming down her face.
Situ Mingzhen is really dead? No way, God?
What a joke! He only suffered a head injury; did he really need to die?
Then……
"Waaaaah, Ming-ge, you died so tragically~~ How could you die like that? Waaaaah..."
Situ Ming's injuries had healed, so he ran around for a while in the morning. Just as he reached the door of the ward, he saw a person standing in the wide-open ward.
He crossed his arms, leaned against the door, and looked at the person who was crying very sadly with a half-smile.
Zhao Xiaoyue sobbed for a while, then choked out, "Poor child, you had so much time to waste, so much youth to enjoy, and you died! How could you die? Waaaaah!"
Situ Ming frowned and knocked on the door. "You came all this way first thing in the morning to mourn me, am I supposed to feed you?"
The more they cried, the more they resembled a professional funeral troupe from the countryside!
The sound startled Zhao Xiaoyue, who turned around abruptly. Situ Ming glanced at the tear-streaked person and curled his lip in disgust, "Go wash your face, your snot is all over your face!"
So disgusting!
Then, with a long stride, he stepped through the door, bypassed the person at the door, and sat down on the sofa by the window.
Zhao Xiaoyue sniffed, but there was no snot. She then slapped herself.
Oh my god! That hurts!
Her eyes lit up. "Brother Ming, you're not dead!"
Situ Ming clicked his tongue. "Go wash your face!"
Without saying a word, Zhao Xiaoyue ran into the washroom to wash her face, then ran back and sat down opposite Situ Ming, carefully examining the person sitting across from her.
Not disfigured!
My gaze shifted to that long, beautiful hand.
No scars, the cute little red mole is still there.
He looked down again.
My calves are still there.
The vision is like an X-ray!
His face regained its color, his hair was cut into a buzz cut, his eyebrows and eyes were naturally expressive, his nose was straight, and his lips were slightly upturned. He became handsome again!
Is it pretty?
The little girl opposite nodded obediently, "Yes, yes, it's beautiful!"
Realizing what had happened, she glared at Situ Ming and said, "Brother Ming, when did you wake up? You scared me to death!" She then let out a long sigh of relief.
Situ Ming chuckled and teased, "What, so concerned about me? Who was it that came in and left in such a huff the other day?"
Oh dear, these damn memories!
Zhao Xiaoyue put on a very sincere attitude, "Big brother, this is not my fault. I was originally happy to go find you, but some people in that class said some really nasty things, so I got angry and left first!"
Situ Ming wasn't really blaming her, after all, he didn't know that Situ Cheng would be waiting for him there.
So he sat up straight and said, "Okay, I know you didn't mean it."
Zhao Xiaoyue chuckled, "Of course, how could I do that on purpose?"
I wonder who was so guilty that they couldn't sleep all night.
Zhao Xiaoyue absolutely denied that it was her.
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