Chapter 966

Name:I still love you Author:mao xiao mi
In a room separated by a door.

At the beginning of summer, Nian is sitting by the bed, like thinking alone.

Under the light, it seemed to reflect a glittering and translucent luster.

In the luster, her sight also moved forward slowly.

Looked at the door.

Leng Jiting's voice, what he said, she had heard.

It is because I heard it that I shed tears.

She gently wiped away the tears on her face, and then stepped step by step towards the door in front of her.

Women are barefooted, so there is almost no sound.

She stood in front of the door, raised her trembling hand slowly, stretched out, gently put it aside and pasted it on the door in front of her.

It's like sensing something.

Her shoulders trembled with the movement of crying, and her eyes were full of twinkling tears.

Flash by flash, with countless luster, it looks extremely beautiful.

She heard Leng Jiting's words. It was because she heard them that she felt so painful.

It's so hard.

She really likes Leng Jiting and loves him very much.

However, her time is doomed to be long.

Because of this, it will be more sad.

She doesn't have time, which means she can't go so far with Leng Jiting.

They will be separated sooner or later.

Because of this, she felt even worse.

I'm very sad about this inability to change the status quo.

Early summer Nian really wanted to open the door now and hug the man outside the door tightly.

Tell him she really misses him.

I really love him.

But reason is telling her that she can't do such a thing.

If she did, she would finally be reluctant to let go of only the two of them.

At that time, she will only suffer more, and Leng Jiting will only suffer more.

What if Leng Jiting, a man of this character, can't accept such a blow and does something stupid?

Isn't that going to leave Xia Yuchen alone?

Thinking of this, early summer Nian pressed down her thoughts again.

She held back her mouth and nose, and kept from crying and making a sound.

The woman's hand on the door trembled slightly. After a while, her forehead hung down gently and stuck to the door.

It's just one door away.

In the middle of the door, the two people are very close.

What they can't see each other is that the place where their hands are put is actually the same place.

Leng Jiting's hand is behind a door, which is the hand of Nian at the beginning of summer.

If this door doesn't exist, their hands can be held tightly together.

Leng Jiting stood at the door for a long time until his legs were numb to no temperature and no consciousness.

But the door in front of me still doesn't mean to open.

It has been tightly closed.

His eyes are full of loss, but there is also a lot of firmness.

Instead of leaving like this, he still stood in place and waited.

This stop, this wait, is a whole night.

On the same night, there was no rest at the beginning of summer.

She sat on the ground with her back against the door all night.

It was not until around 5 a.m. that she secretly changed her clothes and prepared to go out.

She always chooses to leave at a very early time.

In this way, we can avoid meeting Leng Jiting and try not to meet him.

Once the door was opened, I saw a tall figure standing at the door.

The figure stood in place, and his body seemed to be pulled very long and reflected on the ground.

The man looked very haggard and had no spirit on his face.

The dark circles under his eyes made him very tired. It was only a night's work that his beard left a short circle on his lips.

The eyeball is full of red blood, which looks distressing.

"Finally, wait for you."

When Leng Jiting saw the woman in front of him, he only felt that it was worth waiting all night.

He may have been standing for too long. At this moment, his feet have been numb and sour, and he has no consciousness at all.

He fell down in front of him as if out of control.

Out of instinct, Xia chunian stretched out his hands and caught Leng Jiting who fell down.

Leng Jiting fell on the woman and greedily smelled her unique fragrance.

It was like not willing to leave, holding her tightly.

Hold tight.

Early summer Nian was actually very touched in her heart. She tried to push away the man in front of her.

"Leng Jiting, get up."

"You won't stand at this door all night?"

She asked suspiciously.

Leng Jiting sucked his snotty nose. After all, it was a winter night.

The temperature is also relatively low at night in winter.

So he stood outside all night. Naturally, he caught a cold.

"I'm afraid I won't see you if I don't stand at the door."

He's scared.

He was really afraid of her hiding from him like this.

He was afraid that one day she would hide and let him never find it again.

So he dared not go back to rest or go to bed.

He just wants to protect Nian at the beginning of summer. He just wants to see her.

"Wife, just tell me. What did I do wrong? As long as you tell me, I'll change it, okay? "

"I don't want to go on like this. I really can't live without you."

This is probably Leng Jiting's most humble appearance.

It was also the most humble time in his life.

This is what I didn't see before reading at the beginning of summer.

That's why I feel so guilty.

She was really guilty. Her guilty eyes were red.

She resisted the impulse to cry and shook her head gently: "you're right, Leng Jiting, you didn't do anything wrong. Really, you didn't do anything wrong. The wrong person is me. It's all me. Not you, you know? "

She has advanced cervical cancer. Her days are running out.

That's why it's what it is now.

What's wrong with Leng Jiting?

He has no fault at all.

She is the wrong person.

"No, I'm wrong. At the beginning of summer, you are really a very, very good woman. You can't be wrong. Since you ignored me and avoided me, I knew it was my fault. "

Leng Jiting's eyes were also slightly red, and the red blood was dotted on it, which made people look distressed.

Especially his words.

He attributed all his mistakes to himself.

"You are my woman, from the moment your mood is wrong, from the moment you shed tears. I knew it was all my fault. "

His cold hands gently held her face, and his forehead gently pasted on her forehead.

"So I'm wrong. I'll never again. Don't leave me, don't avoid me any more, will you? "