From that day on, Luo Xiaoberry came to the hospital early in the morning to chat and talk with Li Minhao, and did not leave until it was dark.
On the first day, she brought from home many, many birthday presents that he had given her as a child. At that time, she regarded these gifts as the most important treasures and put them in a pink storage box. Although she didn't get together with him later, the time back then was still a beautiful memory.
"Minho, do you remember? This is the first gift you gave me." She put the butterfly hair clip in her palm, "My birthday present when I was three years old..."
Then, she laid out every birthday gift word by word in front of the hospital bed, recalling the scene one by one.
But Li Minho didn't respond at all, his long eyelashes were still drooping, covering his darkened eye sockets.
Luo Xiaoberry was very sad, and sat quietly by the hospital bed for a long time, looking at his two skinny hands, weeping silently.
When she got home that night, she tossed and turned and couldn't fall asleep. At night, she suddenly had a dream. She dreamed that a long time ago, she and Li Minhao often sat in the purple bamboo forest, reading fairy tales back to back.
At that time, her favorite thing to watch was The Little Prince. She watched it over and over several times, but she couldn't get enough of it. In the end, she leaned against Li Minho's back with her eyes closed every day, listening to him recite the most beautiful sentences above for her in a clear voice, one by one.
In the end, Li Minhao has managed to memorize the contents of the entire book by heart even without reading the book.
She jumped out of bed with bare feet, and rummaged through boxes and chests to find this original fairy tale under the cold moonlight. Finally, at the moment of dawn, she found the faded "The Little Prince" on the bottom shelf of the bookcase.
The edges of the pages are slightly curled, and several pages inside are creased—this is a book full of memories.
Later, she sat on the bed and flipped through the book until the sun rose in midair, and she never fell asleep again.
After simply washing up, she took the book and walked out the door. Perhaps, when Minho hears this story again, he will think of those beautiful pasts, and he will still be attached to this world.
In the early morning mist, she saw a heart-wrenching figure standing in the gazebo in the central garden, looking at herself quietly.
His gaze was entangled with her gaze through the heavy mist...
Luo Xiaoberry's troubled heart began to ache again, she stared at him for a long time, her gaze seemed to have taken root, and she could no longer look away.
After an unknown amount of time, the mist gradually dissipated, and the sun shone into the gazebo, gradually making his blurry outline gradually clear. Luo Xiaoberry finally saw clearly the deep sadness in his eyes.
"Ke Jingheng...you..." She didn't know what to say, and what she was even more afraid of was that she couldn't hold back and threw herself into his arms again.
She is a sinner now, she is not entitled to happiness. So no matter how much she likes her, she can't be with him, let alone cause him to be accused by thousands of people.
Just when she was about to leave, Ke Jingheng's figure moved quickly, and he was in front of her in a blink of an eye.