Those sudden stomach convulsions, nausea, nausea, no appetite to eat, even what they eat in the morning will spit out directly.

Cough, cold and heat, sleepiness, anorexia, colic

One by one, everything seems to be the last warning from the time bomb buried in the bottom of my heart,

With a bang, it exploded and broke.

"Do you want to eat something?" ran Bai looked at him and didn't look away. "Ann just made a bowl of porridge. It's very light and not greasy. Do you want to drink it?"

In fact, Si Jin had no appetite at all. No matter what he saw, his stomach would roll with nausea, but he knew it would not work like this, and he didn't want to make dye Bai worry, so he insisted on his spirit, put his arc pale and beautiful chin on the girl's shoulder, smiled and said, "OK."

Dye Bai's eyes seemed to brighten for a while and spoke to the small robot outside the door: "Ann, come here."

When Ann received the instruction, she came in with a bowl of porridge. Long ago, Si Jin had input another instruction to Ann, that is, later... Ranbai is its other master. There is no need to refute all the orders, and... We must take good care of the girl, certainly.

The robot has neither emotion nor heart. After all, it was designed by Si Jin with metal machinery, but angel is inexplicably depressed now. It feels that it may be sad, but it doesn't know what it is sad about.

In terms of human life, age, illness and death, Mr. Si's current situation is similar to those who are about to die.

But Arnold couldn't figure it out,

Mr. Mingsi is still so young, younger than many people. He is still in his youth. When he was wanton and frivolous at that time, why did... It become like this?

Ann tried all her IQ to think, left and right, but she couldn't think of an answer.

Subconsciously,

It dare not think.

I can't accept it.

Ranbai reaches out to take a bowl of porridge on the tray held by ANN,

The white porcelain bowl is also winding with a fiery red rose, which is very beautiful, and the clean and light porridge is installed in it. The air is filled with a faint and refreshing taste of porridge fragrance, which makes people's appetite open.

"I'll just come." ran Bai, with her porridge in one hand and a spoon in yingbai's fingertips, slowly stirred the porridge and said calmly to Ann, "go out."

"OK." Ann also knew that at the moment, Mr. Si seemed to only need the company of dyed white, so she looked at Si Jin and withdrew.

Si Jin leaned half of his body against the dyed white body, and his head was so crooked on the girl's shoulder. His broken black hair was scattered on his forehead, his delicate eyebrows and eyes were low, and his long eyelashes hung down to cover his eyes. He looked sleepy. Under the tall bridge of his nose, his thin and soft lip color was light and thin, and his collar was empty to cover his chin, revealing half a cold and beautiful arc.

His side face was still handsome, half wrapped, his skin color was translucent cold white, and he could almost see the fragile Dai cyan blood vessels.

In this way, even if he was in a long illness, he was still handsome and exciting. He was born with a beautiful bone. On the contrary, his fragile breath added a third of his brilliance, like a rare myth in the world.

Ran Bai slanted her eyes and looked at Si Jin. She was sick and looked like she could poke the softest position at the bottom of the center. She was still carrying porridge in her hand and carefully whispered, "ah Jin?"

Si Jin gave a low, dumb, um, and smiled at dye white. The corners of his lips were barely half bent: "I'm here."

Like he said before: "- Bai, as long as you call me, I'll always be there."

Ran Bai blinked her eyes. She slanted her eyes, then lowered her eyes, blew the white porridge on the spoon, and then gently took a breath. Well, it's neither hot nor cold. The temperature is just right.

It's probably because of the heat rising from the rice porridge. The dense eyes seem to be filled with a layer of light fog, and the line of sight is a little blurred.

"It's not hot." ran Bai tasted it, then sipped her lips at Si Jin, showing a gentle smile, "drink some."

Her white and beautiful hand stuck to the spoon and gently handed it to the young man's lips.

Si Jin paused, forced down the feeling of nausea at the bottom of his heart, then slowly drank the spoonful of porridge, swallowed it hard from his throat, and then smiled at ranbai. He said, "it's good to drink."

"Really?" ran Bai smiled, took a drink herself, and then nodded, "well, indeed, let's drink together."

Most of the last bowl of porridge was drunk by dyed white. Si Jin barely drank a few mouthfuls, but he didn't drink any more. He was afraid that he couldn't help vomiting like before.

Ranbai didn't feed it forcibly. Si Jin was satisfied to drink it. She put the porcelain bowl aside, raised her long eyelashes and looked at the setting sun falling into the horizon outside the window. It seemed that it would soon disappear and meet the endless darkness.

The room was quiet and seemed to hear the wind outside.

For a long time,

Dyed white suddenly said softly, "is it because of me?"

She asked, is it because of me.

Si Jin's originally sleepy and unclear consciousness suddenly brought him a little sober. His fingertips stiffened and slowly opened his mouth: "why do you think so?"

Ranbai didn't say anything else, but repeated for the second time: "is it because of me?"

"No, it has nothing to do with you." Si Jin blurted out his words without hesitation. The next second his voice fell, he subconsciously stopped.

"But I haven't said what it is." ran Bai glanced over his eyes and looked at him deeply. His blood red pupils seemed to have a soul stirring color.

"Si Jin was silent for two seconds before he said," don't think so. "

"I made the decision myself, and no one forced me." probably all my soberness is used here today. "It has nothing to do with you, but also for myself. I want to think of the previous things. After all, I don't want to forget."

Dyed white drooping eyes, um, said no more.

Si Jin seemed to hear ranbai and sighed gently. It was also like an illusion. His bipolar black and deep eyes stared at ranbai, as if with three points of sadness.

When you look at a person and there is only one person, you will always give people a feeling of tenderness to the extreme, like an ocean full of tenderness, which almost makes people tired of it, but... It seems to have countless strong sadness.

He said, "Bai, don't be afraid."

"There will always be such a day, early or late." Mingming himself is the one who is about to leave and face the fear of death, but Si Jin patiently enlightens and comforts. Such a gentle and perfect young man in white gives everything when he is good to a person. Probably no one can refuse such Si Jin, "I have been with you, in your heart, forever."

"One should always learn to accept and let go, Bai, you should understand."