Tan Chenxiao lay down on the bed next to Lu Qichuan, with a blood transfusion in her arm. She looked at the bloodless face next door and raised the corners of her mouth slightly.
I owe you what I owe you this time.
Lu Qichuan, we have been entangled for a lifetime. Only now do I understand that when relationships come to an end, they are broken by others.
I relied on your indulgence and pride, and I shouted the beginning, but now, I want to shout the end, but I no longer have the qualifications.
I used to envy Yuwei. You and Mr. Gu loved her so much. I was jealous of her. The more jealous I was of her, the more I hated you.
The whole world thinks that I am unreasonable, that I am making a fuss out of a molehill, and that I do not know what is good or bad.
But Lu Qichuan, you have never told me that you love me, but you have told me that you love her.
The blood flowed down the tube, and Tan Chenxiao still looked at the deeply unconscious man opposite.
Instead of torturing each other, let each other go.
I let you go, and you let me go.
Tan Chenxiao slowly raised his hand, but it never landed on his face, just like the distance between them.
When they first met at the door of the bar, she fell in love with him at first sight.
He was always drunk, and she guarded him carefully, repeating her name over and over again.
He was very kind to her and supported whatever she liked, but he liked to watch her in a daze. Tan Chenxiao knew that he was looking at another person through her, and that person was Ye Yuwei.
But she still likes him, and still likes to draw him, day by day, one painting after another.
But when the love accumulated more and more, she began to long for repayment, so after that night, she learned to hate and forget the initial feeling of liking him.
She has been hiding and putting on airs all these years, perhaps because she wants to get back the feeling of longing for being reciprocated.
But the facts proved that she was wrong, completely wrong.
"Lu Qichuan, if there is an afterlife, don't save people with good intentions, because you and I both know that we will fall in love with our savior at first sight." Tan Chenxiao murmured in a low voice, just like Ye Yuwei had the same meaning to him back then. .
Her voice was so low that no one could hear her.
Her thoughts slowly became blurry. When the doctor emphasized that she could not continue to donate blood, she still persisted because the type B blood transferred by Gu Juexi had not yet arrived.
"You save my life, and I will return yours. We don't owe anyone anything." Tan Chenxiao said in a low voice, the corners of his mouth curled up unconsciously, with mockery, and the sound of the machine rang in his ears. With a sharp voice and the nurse's voice reminding her that her heartbeat was restored, she also completely lost consciousness.
The operation lasted a full 49 hours, and Lu Qichuan was finally sent to the intensive care unit. It would take 48 hours of observation to determine whether he could be out of danger. No one knew when the person would wake up.
Lu Sichen never rested, and Lu's mother and father were sent back.
Tan Chenxiao sat on the hospital bed and touched his daughter's red and swollen eyes, "It will be fine."
It'll be fine.
Lu Qichuan was truly out of danger three days later, and Tan Chenxiao left City B three days later.
On the plane, Tan Chenxiao leaned against the window and looked at the white clouds outside. Brother Liu kept talking in her ear about the failure of the exhibition. He just talked and sighed, "It seems that some people are more interested in painting than you." More importantly, I don’t care about your painting at all now.”
Tan Chenxiao said nothing and still looked outside.