"You What do you mean by that? " Yin Shaolong tried to hold back the fear in his heart and began to tremble.

"It seems that I haven't seen you cry so sad for so many years." Xiang Tianlai did not answer his question and directly shifted the topic.

He took back his eyes and thought about it carefully. Then he added: "it seems that only once Shen Ningxin died completely, I had seen tears. I never thought that now I would see you crying for me again..."

Yin Shaolong was silent for a moment. Suddenly, he felt that Shen Ning Xin, who had been missing him for so many years, seemed to have become something long and long ago. He would never think of her again. He had forgotten her appearance for a long time.

It seems that the deepest feelings that he once thought were dissipated with the wind in his mind. At the moment, only the pale woman in front of him can affect his heart, make him cry, make him laugh and make his heart ache.

After a long time, Yin Shaolong regained his consciousness. Suddenly he realized what she had been saying. He could not help asking again: "what you said before What do you mean? " Seeing her silence, Yin Shaolong asked again, "it's just illness. It's going to be OK. It's going to be OK, isn't it?"

Xiang Tianlai's eyelashes trembled and said in a soft voice: "yes Just sick... "

Yin Shaolong still just looks at her, but the smile on her face seems to be frozen in the face, how can not reach the bottom of his eyes.

It's really going to be ok

But why did an illness make her look so haggard that he almost thought that she would go to sleep one day and never wake up again

It shouldn't be like this. Obviously, in the photos that Tang Zifeng sent him, she was still smiling. She wanted to be more plump and look better. How could she become so haggard in a short period of time.

Aware of his gaze, Xiang Tianlai gently raised the corners of his lips, with a touch of light in his eyes.

It turns out that she will eventually have this day, can wait until he tears for him.

But why clearly the original injury cone heart, but now see his tears, she still can't help but feel distressed.

But it doesn't matter, does it.

It doesn't matter anymore

Yin Shaolong gently picked up her hand, which seemed to lose a lot of luster. He gently kisses her.

Hold it in the palm of your hand and whisper, "this time I will always be with you."

Xiang Tianlai's eyes were moist for a few minutes, and he dropped his eyes slowly. He was stubborn and still didn't let a drop of tears fall. He just picked up a very shallow smile at the corner of his mouth.

His fingertips gently brushed the wound on her arm. The last time we met, it was in such a hurry that he didn't even have time to ask if she was in pain? I didn't have time to ask her if it would hurt after so long

Didn't have time to ask her if she was still in love? Hate? And is that man still him

"Will it be late?" Yin Shaolong spoke softly again.

Will it all be late?

The quiet inquiry did not get a response, looked up, the woman in bed seems to have fallen into a shallow sleep, quiet breathing, looks so heartbreaking.

Yin Shaolong stood up from the ground, pulled his tie at random twice, took it off and threw it aside. He also threw away the suit jacket he had just bought. He pulled up the sleeve of his shirt. He destroyed his previous elaborate dress in an instant, but he didn't care at all.