Chapter 128 Meng Shiyi is engaged to someone else
He Xilou was prepared to be rejected by her. She might even call him crazy, or even worse, slap him in the face.
He knew very well that he was just her ex-boyfriend and had no right to make such a request.
But the next second.
Meng Shiyi took small steps towards him and said in a low voice:
"It can only be for a short while...otherwise someone will see us."
After a moment of hesitation, He Xilou immediately reached out and pulled her into his arms.
Whether she felt guilty after being saved by him, or out of pity for him... at least, she no longer rejected him like before.
He Xilou hugged her very restrainedly, not too tightly, just lightly, for fear of hurting her.
But Meng Shiyi was a little breathless. She put her fingertips on his chest and pushed gently:
"Hmm... that's enough."
"Okay," He Xilou suppressed the desire in his heart, released his hand, and said in a hoarse voice, "Then baby, you go up first."
"Um."
Meng Shiyi clenched the biscuit bag in her hand and turned to leave.
Before he took two steps, suddenly, there was a loud "bang" behind him!
Meng Shiyi had a bad feeling in her heart and suddenly looked back.
He Xilou fell in the rain in a mess, letting the crackling rain hit his body, motionless.
"He Xilou?" Meng Shiyi was stunned. She immediately rushed into the rain and slapped his face. Her voice trembled, "He Xilou!"
But He Xilou didn't respond at all, his eyes were tightly closed, and his lips were pale...
Hospital.
"The patient has a high fever of 39.6 degrees Celsius and is too tired. He must get more rest." After the doctor said this, he turned and left.
He Xilou went around in circles and returned to the hospital bed. He had an IV drip on the back of his left hand and fell into a complete coma.
"Okay, thank you, doctor." Meng Shiyi replied in a low voice.
In the evening, the sound of rain outside the window gradually stopped.
Meng Shiyi sat beside the bed, accompanying him silently, her eyes fixed on his face.
He Xilou was born with a perfect appearance, superior bone structure, fair skin, sharp phoenix eyes, and a sharp jawline. There was not a single flaw in his appearance.
His body was already extremely weak after the car accident, and now it was like a beautiful shell whose interior had long since rotted away, supported only by its strong bones.
He seemed to be struggling in a nightmare, his brows furrowed, his lips moving slightly, and he murmured something silently.
Meng Shiyi moved her chair forward, lowered her head, and put her ear close to his lips.
"Mom, don't pinch me..."
"I deserve to die, I shouldn't live..."
He struggled silently, his voice fragmented, as if he was trapped in endless darkness, unable to escape, and could only allow himself to be swallowed by the shadows bit by bit.
He Xilou clenched the sheets with his fingers, his fingertips turned white and veins bulged, as if he was trying to grab something.
The blue and white hospital gown was loose on him, revealing the scars on his neck that had not yet healed.
"poetry…"
"I will always love only you."
"Baby, don't go, don't leave me..."
He Xilou's black hair was messy and stuck to his face. His eyelashes kept trembling, casting a shadow under his eyes.
His whole body would spasm uncontrollably from time to time, and whimpers would escape from the depths of his throat.
This was the first time Meng Shiyi saw He Xilou so fragile.
It is so fragile that it seems like it will break completely with just the slightest touch.
Meng Shiyi's eyes suddenly became hot and she turned red uncontrollably.
Various kinds of He Xilou suddenly came to my mind.
When we first met, He Xilou was cold and cruel, covered in blood, with a sinister and cold look in his eyes, full of oppression, as if he hated everything in this world.
But it was this seemingly bad person who would help her when she was helpless and desperate, and said to her:
"Stop crying."
In the cave, He Xilou would pull her into his arms, rub her head and coax her:
"Be good, I'll accompany you, what are you afraid of?"
Later, she was drunk by the president, and He Xilou once again stood in front of her, speaking in a defiant tone:
"Sister Shiyi, I'm here, no one can bully you."
Finally, there was He Xilou during the car accident and explosion. He held her up with his legs and comforted her bitterly:
"Baby, be good, don't cry."
Meng Shiyi couldn't help sobbing and stood up to get a napkin.
But suddenly someone grabbed my wrist.
He Xilou was still in a nightmare, but he held her wrist tightly, like a drowning boy grabbing the only life-saving straw.
"Don't go."
He humbly tried to keep her.
Meng Shiyi was dragged to sit on the bed, sat beside him, and coaxed him softly:
"I won't leave... He Xilou, I won't leave..."
Hear this.
He Xilou's frown relaxed slightly, he hugged her arms greedily, and his breathing gradually became smoother.
He held it very tightly and forcefully, as if he was holding some precious treasure, protecting it tightly and refusing to let go.
After a long time.
Meng Shiyi's arms were numb from being held by him, and she almost lost consciousness and felt very uncomfortable.
She tried to pull away gently.
Unexpectedly, the man suddenly hugged her tightly, and became anxious again, repeating "Don't go" and "Don't leave me" anxiously.
He Xilou had a nightmare.
In the dream, Meng Shiyi was wearing a beautiful white wedding dress and standing in the wedding hall. She was bright and charming, and her whole body was emitting white light.
She is engaged.
The groom is not him.
The groom standing beside her was tall and slender, with an elegant smile on his face and was very polite.
The man's face was blurry. Sometimes it was Song Wenzhou's face, sometimes it was Ling Ye's face, and sometimes he turned into a boy in the street dance club, the vice president of the student union, the lead singer of a band, a popular male star, and then... all kinds of high-quality men.
But the only thing missing was He Xilou's face.
He sat in the audience, watching the bride and groom exchange rings and witnessing their passionate confession and kiss.
He was mad, he was so jealous that he was almost going crazy and wanted to rush up.
But I found that my legs were like lead and I couldn't walk or lift them at all.
He lowered his head and realized that his legs were broken. They had been broken in the car accident that year. He couldn't stand or walk at all. He was already a cripple...
"Please...don't leave me."
"I'm sorry, Meng Shiyi, I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."
He Xilou was lying on the hospital bed, his lips pale, and he kept apologizing, saying sorry, and saying that he had done something wrong.
Fine beads of sweat oozed out of the man's forehead, but he couldn't wake up.
Meng Shiyi felt a sour taste at the tip of her nose, and her heart seemed to be tightly grasped by a big hand, and the dense pain spread to every cell in her body.
She never really blamed him. She never felt that He Xilou had done anything wrong. He even saved her from danger time and time again... She simply felt that their personalities were not suitable for each other.
He Xilou is a notorious playboy who will never look back for any girl. He has a rich emotional history and is casual and dissolute... This is destined to make her feel uneasy, destined to make her worry about gains and losses, and fear in her relationships, and even seriously affect every aspect of her life... This is not the love she wants.
She shouldn't have accepted to be in a relationship with him, she shouldn't have approached him silently... If she had done that, He Xilou would still be the unbridled and ostentatious He Xilou.
But now.
He lay on the hospital bed, worried and anxious, repeating her name over and over again, begging her not to leave him over and over again. He tried to keep her humbly, as if he wanted to cut out his whole heart and give it to her.
It's like he's become a completely different person.
Is she really that special to him?
She seemed to be wrong. She seemed to have really underestimated He Xilou's love for her, greatly underestimated his sincere and pure heart, and even more underestimated... the feelings between the two of them.
Tears slowly seeped out of He Xilou's tightly closed eyes, and the tears slid down his temples and across his pale skin.
Meng Shiyi felt very uncomfortable. Her internal organs were in pain and she couldn't breathe.
"He Xilou, don't cry, don't cry..."
Meng Shiyi raised her hand clumsily and tried to wipe away the tears from the corners of his eyes, but no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't wipe them away.
He is sad.
She would also be sad in her heart.
Meng Shiyi covered him with a blanket, gently called his name over and over again, reached out and patted his shoulder gently, and coaxed him to sleep in a gentle voice.
After a long time, the man finally fell asleep peacefully.
When Meng Shiyi left the ward, she raised her hand and touched her face.
Wet, cold, tears already streaming down my face...
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