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"But, I don't want to lose a friend like you. I already don't have a place in my heart to put you down, and I can't move that person anymore. Perhaps, this will be my entire life."

First, he boiled the water, then put the noodles in, and then, he made an egg. The green vegetables were put in, and steam rose from the pot and filled the entire kitchen.

"I placed it next to you." Shang Xiaomo saw that he looked at his phone as if he had something important to do, so she did not disturb him. Since she still had something to do after leaving the place, she placed the noodles and chopsticks in her hand in front of him.

When he raised his head again, Shang Xiaomo had already pushed a chair in, "Alright, you don't need to bring the noodles out, just sit down and eat. After eating, go upstairs and have a good rest."

Shang Xiaomo was purely understanding Jing An's discomfort from before, and did not want him to throw it anymore, but Jing An held onto the mask in his hands and looked at Shang Xiaomo who was standing, "Xiao Mo, why are you treating me so well?"

Isn't it only the first day since we met? You clearly rejected my confession not long ago, didn't you? Shouldn't you keep your distance from me now?

"Because I treat you as a friend. We also. Only friends. " After Shang Xiaomo said this, Jing An no longer spoke. With an indifferent expression, she lowered her head and ate two mouthfuls of noodles. However, Shang Xiaomo saw something dripping into the bowl. Tears?

He cried?! Shang Xiaomo was stunned in his heart. How could he possibly …? Did she say something that made him sad?

Shang Xiaomo was reflecting on what she had just said.

"Can it only be a friend?" When Jing An opened his mouth, his voice had already become strange, and faintly contained a trace of pressure, "Xiao Mo, don't you also think that I'm not that good?"

"What do you mean?" Shang Xiaomo looked at him and suddenly felt down. Could it be that the tactful words from before had hurt him? However, he was also a bit too weak, so he didn't say anything.

But she wasn't referring to what he was thinking. "I don't think you're all that bad, I'm just like you said this afternoon, I already have someone in my heart."

Shang Xiaomo had clearly misunderstood the meaning of Jing An's words. He, who had his head lowered, did not explain.

He tried his best to ease the emotions in his eyes, not wanting Shang Xiaomo to feel weak. "They all said that I was cold-blooded, what do you think?"

Only then did Shang Xiaomo understand what he wanted to ask, but he was no longer as arbitrary as the Ji Yanxi who listened to others before.

After he thought about it thoroughly, Shang Xiaomo finally answered him: "Cold? I may not know you very well, but as far as I know, you are a very good person. "

"Really? I'm a pretty good person …" Jing An had not finished his words yet, but the phone that was put down not long ago started to vibrate.

With his mind on the phone, Jing An placed the noodles in his hand on the ground. After looking at the phone, he suddenly laughed, but it was filled with bitterness, and his entire being seemed to be at a loss, muttering to himself: "Heh, I did so much, but it was still useless, I still died."

"What's dead?" Shang Xiaomo suddenly felt that Jing An was not acting like this because he rejected him.

The reason why he was in such a low mood, seemed to be because of the things on his phone, so she did not ask anymore, and waited quietly for Jing An to continue speaking.

"Today, I worked hard in the hospital for eight whole hours. My treatment target just now …" Jing An raised his head, and the eyes of a grown man started to tear, "At that time, I knew that this might be the result, and this was how I informed the family members when I was at the hospital, but because my expression was numb in their eyes, the family members of the patient kept on grabbing onto my collar, saying that I was cold-blooded, and did not save them when I was about to die."

"But what else can I do?" Jing An's current expression was as frail as a child's, causing his heart to soften. Seeing him so sad, his heart felt like it was being pricked with needles. He slowly walked over and whispered under his breath, "I … I really did my best. "

Gently patting Jing An's head, Shang Xiaomo deliberately put his voice very slowly and gently, soothing the negative emotions in his heart, "Jing An, it's not like that. On the contrary, I know that your heart is as sad as the rest of your family, so you aren't cold-blooded."

"He just arrived in time. I believe that person must have left very peacefully, because regardless of whether his wish has been fulfilled or not, it was you who bought them time to say goodbye to his family. So, he must be in the sky right now, smiling and thanking you."

Hearing these similar words, another person appeared in Jing An's blurry vision …

"Little Mu, we agreed to go to university together. Hurry up and don't sleep." The fifteen-year-old Jing An was holding his friend's hands with reddened eyes, but Xiao Mu refused to look at him again.

At that time, her mother was still around. She gently patted Jing An's head from behind, and said with a numb expression: "Little Shore, it's time for Little Mu to die. If you continue to cry like this, he'll laugh at you in the sky."

Two tears fell onto Little Mu's hands. This was the first time Jing An had cried since he could still remember.

He looked at the hand above his head, and his mother's expression was unexpectedly calm. "Mom, why aren't you sad? Don't you like little Mu? "

"You'll know when you grow up. Some things can only be left to fate …"