Chapter 991

It should have been a terrible car accident.

Ronan suffered skull injury, shoulder fracture, leg fracture, and fell into a deep coma.

She was lying in the operating room that day. She should have been rescued by the doctor as much as possible. Although she saved her life, she did not know when she would wake up.

Luonan first felt her body was slowly and forcefully hugged by the man. She raised her eyes to look at the man's face. The other side's painted black eyes looked at her quietly. She could feel his heartache without saying anything.

"Well..." She laughs and lies on him in a soft voice. "It's nothing. I was knocked dizzy all of a sudden, and when I woke up, I grew well. Except for the fact that my muscles were a little sour at the beginning, everything was OK. But also met the kind-hearted person, what bitterness did not eat, you do not feel sad. "

Fu Tingyuan raised his hand to hold her face, his eyes carefully swept her face, palm is warm touch, all real as a fantastic dream.

He was a little confused about whether he was dreaming or not.

Later, in the days and months when he lived with luonanchu, this kind of unreal trance always haunted him. He would feel that he was having a long dream, in which Ronan Chu was always with him, and he was afraid to wake up. In the evening, autumn rain Xiaoxiao, he sat alone in the bed that Luonan had last slept in, listening to the rain, thinking of her heart ache.

Ronan leaned over his head and gave him a gentle kiss on his beautiful lips.

He washed her, took her out of the bathroom, put her on the sofa, took out the hair dryer to blow her wet hair.

Once an ordinary move, but now let his fingers tremble, he pinched the hair dryer, carefully for her dry hair.

Ronan fell asleep on the sofa.

She is very tired now.

Fu Tingyuan turned off the hair dryer, and then quietly walked around and stood in front of luonanchu, and looked at her carefully.

For a long time, he stretched out his hand, and his fingers slowly fell on her delicate face. After a centimeter distance, he unconsciously stopped. He gently pursed his lips, and then he continued to stick his hand slowly on her cheek.

The fingertips are familiar and gentle.

Fu Tingyuan's eyes trembled a little, then bent down and held her tightly in his arms.

No matter how many times it is confirmed, it is not enough. No matter how many times it is confirmed, it is not true.

He didn't believe that God would treat him so well and send her back to him, no matter how many hugs, how many kisses, or not true.

He lowered his head and buried his face on her neck, smelling the fragrance of her bath, only to feel his heart trembling.

Is it a dream? He can't tell. If it's a dream, can it keep him awake all his life

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when Fu Tingyuan woke up from his sleep, it was already dark.

It's raining outside the window. It's hitting the window. It's ringing.

He sat up from his bed and looked around in silence. In the dark light and shadow, the house is silent, just like every night when more than 1200 days and nights wake up alone.

He had another dream.

She came back.

He got up from the bed, a little tired, his feet accidentally stepped on some soft fabric, he paused, lowered his head and slowly moved his feet away.