As his eyes saw the white tape on his right hand and the lilac plastic needle tail, An Ran was stunned. The anger in his heart suddenly disappeared and his voice lowered: "I have something to do, I have to leave."

Today, the music school where she works will hold a graduation concert. This is her last performance at the academy and the last day of her career as a student. After tomorrow, she will enter society and stay away from innocence from now on. In fact, many years ago, she has been away from innocence.

This concert will include famous teachers and producers from all over the world in the music industry. The purpose is naturally to select the outstanding talents they need among these graduates.

She had already thought about the concert the day after marriage. At that time, she would surprise Meng Zekun, but now... forget it, it would be fine if she didn't want it.

Although her wedding has been cancelled, the concert will not be cancelled. Her love that she has worked hard for eight years has been broken, but she can't give up after three years of study. She can't make herself a person who fails everything. Regardless of whether her performance will be successful, at least she has worked hard.

"What can be more important than your own body?" Octavia said something harshly, his voice was low, expressing his disagreement.

"Today is my graduation ceremony." An Ran was stunned when he heard the stern tone, looking up at his tight face, with suspicion in his heart.

Is he angry?

Why is he angry?

"Do you need me to accompany you?" Octavia obviously didn't expect that it would be the reason. The eyes in his eyes suddenly felt a little relieved, and his hands also let go of her shoulders and asked her warmly.

"No need." Unable to adapt to his sudden warmth sound, An Ran lowered her head slightly. When he let go of himself, he raised his injured left hand and grabbed the drip, and was about to pull out the needle. But as soon as she moved, Octavia immediately stopped her movements, avoided the injured place, held her upper arm and pushed it back, with an extremely gentle movement.

"What else do you want to do?" An Ran twisted his arm impatiently and shook his hand away, enduring his anger: "Go back and tell her that I could survive without her before, and in the future, I could still live well without her. She doesn't have to send someone to meddle in other people's business, and hope that she will never appear in my life again."

"Is this how you live a good life? The scars on your body?" Looking at the gauze on her arm, Octavian's tone couldn't help but become stronger. His voice was stern and afraid to disobey. Seeing that she was stunned after hearing what he said, then he angrily plucked his cheeks and tried to defend himself. But he suddenly bent down and squatted down in front of her, took her right hand, and focused on removing the white tape that was sticking to the needle bit by bit.

"I'll tell you what it means to live well. If you can make yourself hurt lighter, don't make yourself hurt more severely. If you can keep yourself from getting hurt, don't make yourself hurt a little." He said while peeling off the tape until he saw the needle exposed. He gently pressed the cotton with one hand and quickly pulled the needle out of the blood vessel. Seeing that she frowned slightly because of her sudden movement, he smiled gently and pressed the cotton with the other hand and said again: "If you can make yourself lose one drop of blood, don't let yourself leave one drop of blood. This is what it means to live well."

Listening to his words, An Ran did not speak anymore, but stared at the big hand wrapped around his hands, a little swaying, and a strand of hair gently sagged on his cheeks without knowing it.

No one has ever said this to her, and no one has ever taken the needle for her so gentlely. In the past, no matter how serious she was in the disease, she was always alone in the hospital. She was always nursed. Meng Zekun was always so busy that she didn't even have time to see her in the hospital. So she tried to make herself less sick or not sick, because she didn't like that feeling of loneliness. Especially when she saw the patient in the same ward was cared for by her family, the feeling of loneliness would be stronger.

Looking at her quiet and dazed face, Mingrui sighed lightly, stretched out his hand and pinned the strand of hanging hair behind her ears. He looked at her face with black eyes with a slight look in his eyes.

She is too quiet and too heartbreaking.

I felt a little itchy in my ears, and I came to my senses. The one I met was a pair of bright eyes. I immediately jumped in my heart and quickly avoided his eyes, quickly pulled my hand out of his hands, got up and left.

"Ren is used for the enemy. If it is used on yourself, it will only make the enemy more happy. You must take good care of yourself. Only in this way can your enemy fail to achieve your goal and fail to succeed." While walking quickly, Octavian's voice came again. An Ran paused, turned his eyes slightly, and found that the person had stood up and looked at him, with brightness in her eyes that she could not understand.

"Do you know what darkness is?" An Ran looked at him quietly for a long time, suddenly spoke, looked at his somewhat stunned face, and a bitter smile appeared on the corner of his lips, then turned around and left.

His eyes were too bright, and the white sheets, white walls, and his white shirt made her a little dazzling under the sunlight. He exuded a light, a warm breath, as if he was born under the sun. And her world had no sunlight a long time ago, and later a dawn appeared, and she couldn't wait to catch it, but in the end, she got more darkness.

She didn't understand that being cruel should be used against the enemy. She only knew that if she was crueler to herself, her heart would be less painful and her mind would be more sober. In this way, she and him were people from two worlds and should not meet.

Looking at her stubborn back, the smile on his face gradually disappeared, and his eyes gradually became deeper.

"Dark? Of course I understand."

In the quiet ward, there were whispers that seemed to be whispering gently.
Chapter completed!