"Anywhere is fine."
It turns out that when people are truly heartbroken, they don't shed tears.
"Um."
Xiao Jingran let Shen Ye go. When they left the mountain villa, Xiao Jingran was still unconscious. He looked back at this place filled with hatred, and he still hated him.
In 1936, they took a train to an ancient town. The town was small, but the scenery was beautiful, which was very conducive to the body and mind of the night.
Even though three or four days have passed, every time I close my eyes, all I can see is Xiao Jingran lying in the rain. When I saw him like that, I almost cried myself to death.
He was afraid he would never see him again, afraid he would never be able to hug him again.
But a voice inside me said: He deserved it, he brought it on himself.
In the darkness, Chen Ye sat on the bed, clutching his chest and letting out a trembling gasp, tears streaming down his face.
I was supposed to be a carefree person, but after falling in love with you, I can no longer love anyone else. My heart is full of you, but you have left me with scars and pain all over my body.
He was deeply in love with him; there was no escaping it, no way to untangle it.
"Lian Jingzhi, I miss you."
Shen Ye covered her face and cried silently, tears sliding down her cheeks and overflowing between her fingers.
Suddenly, he buried his head in his chest and burst into tears. What should he do? What should he do with this man?
I want to love, but I get hurt beyond repair; I don't want to love, but my heart aches terribly.
What should we do?
How can I make things less painful and find a way to have the best of both worlds...?
Slowly, Chen Ye leaned against the bed and fell asleep in sorrow.
When Xiao Jingran woke up, there was no one in the ward. Shen Ye was not there, none of them were there.
He struggled to get out of bed, wanting to find Shen Ye, but because of the large movement, he pulled on his newly stitched wound and rolled off the bed without noticing.
Hearing the commotion outside the door, the adjutant immediately pushed the door open and came in. He wanted to help Xiao Jingran onto the bed, but was stopped. "Let me go."
"Commander, you need to rest in bed."
"I'm going to find him." He pushed away his adjutant, endured the pain, and staggered towards the door.
"Commander, Boss Bai has already left." Although the adjutant was somewhat reluctant, he still spoke up.
(Note: When an actor becomes a leading man, according to industry practice, he is called the boss.)
Upon hearing this, Xiao Jingran froze on the spot. After a long, long time, he finally spoke, "When did you leave?"
"The morning after you fell into a coma," the adjutant said cautiously, avoiding Xiao Jingran's gaze.
Another silence fell, the oppressive atmosphere making the adjutant almost unable to breathe.
"Did Ye Sheng take him away?" The voice was sorrowful.
"Commander, your injuries haven't healed yet..." The adjutant felt sorry for his superior and was worried about his health.
Xiao Jingran turned around and staggered back to the ward. He chased away the adjutant and sat alone on the hospital bed without saying a word.
His throat was itchy, which he tried his best to endure, but his chest felt like it had been doused with a large basin of sulfuric acid, and the corrosive pain was unbearable.
Clutching her chest, blood seeped from between her fingers. Tears fell, dripping onto her hands, mingling with the blood to bloom into a delicate flower.
"I ultimately forced you away."
The pain in his chest was unbearable, and he fell off the bed, his breathing becoming increasingly disordered, and he kept coughing up blood.
The adjutant called a doctor, who gave him a sedative so he could fall asleep peacefully; otherwise, the reopened wound could not be stitched up a second time.
His eyes used to sparkle, but unfortunately, that person let him down.
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