Song Qinghan opened her eyes difficultly, and then, a kind of faint feeling of turning around was struck by her brain, and there were pains from all parts of her body.
There was a darkness in front of her eyes, without a trace of light, which made her feel cold and fear.
What makes Song Qinghan unacceptable is that her induction completely disappeared, her headache was cracked, and her brain was blank.
"I'm alive?"
She moved her lips, but she didn't make any sound.
The induction is gone. Although she is a bit uncomfortable, when she thinks that she can at least wake up, the gratitude and joy of the rest of her life after the robbery is far more than the loss of the loss.
After all, she also knew that her induction was just sealed by him, and it would not disappear forever.
Song Qinghan made every effort to affect every muscle on her body, but she had no response. She sighed, closed her eyes, and no longer tried it. Soon, the overdraft of the weakness of the weakness of the weakness of the weakness of her,
It didn't take long for her to fall asleep again.
At the same time, feeling the changes in Song Qinghan's breath, Wang Hongming sighed gently, with a little fatigue in his eyes.
In the groggy, Song Qinghan was awake and fell asleep, sleeping and waking up. Every time he was awake, he had a headache. When he opened his eyes, it was dark, and his mouth was dry like a fire.
This kind of torment and pain have been wrapped around Song Qinghan for a long time, especially when there is no vision and no induction.
In the darkness, she felt a weird fear. This suppressed atmosphere almost made her spiritual collapse.
I don't know how many days, Song Qinghan woke up from the darkness again, and she was surprised to find that her fingers could move.
Song Qinghan pressed down his inner joy and slowly let his fingers drive his arm, and at this time, the arms also had a consciousness of nerve touch.
After some attempts, she realized a little disappointing that she could not completely control her body. It seemed that it would take a few days to recover.
There was a deep weakness in her heart, she could only close her eyes gently, and fell asleep as usual.
After about a week, Song Qinghan was finally able to control his body.
She slowly raised her arms, gently supported the edge of the jade bed, and slowly put her legs down from it. But at the moment of gravity offset, she fell to the ground.
Song Qinghan struggled to support himself, placed his arms on the edge of the jade bed, sitting on the ground, panting with a large mouth, and the messy hair of both slices had been wet by a large number of cold sweat.
She endured the pain from her body, closed her eyes, and endured silently.
After a long time, Song Qinghan felt that the physical condition was better, so I tried to stand up again.
She gritted the silver teeth and lifted herself from the ground with her arms trembling. The long -term fainting made her lack of blood supply to her brain. In order to overcome this sense of dizziness, she even stood on the place for two hours.
Song Qinghan sighed gently, staring at the front of her eyes with her eyes. She didn't know what was in front of her. Except for endless darkness, she couldn't see anything.
For a moment, her nose was sour, and she wanted to cry.
The cold wind blows through her thin body, a complicated sorrow wrapped her heart.
When did she start to become so fragile and so sensitive?
In the past, she did not even blink her eyes in the face of the threat of death, and she teased all the enemies she faced by. But now, she was distressed because she had never been in the trivial matters in her eyes. She often shed tears.
Song Qinghan didn't know, and was afraid to know what made the girl who used to be simple and dare to become so emotional.
Fascinating, 落, and loneliness rushing to my heart, the once warm and joyful silhouette seemed to appear in front of her eyes again. Unlike in the past, these pictures have a hint of elusive sadness.
She couldn't break through the fate at all.
Suddenly, Song Qinghan remembered the memory that the commander saw in Dongshan again, and she fiercely tasted her sorrowful emotions in the end.
There are only two feelings in life. One is happiness, the rest is absurd, and happiness is the absurd original sin.
For the first time, she felt that life was so laughing.
In the past ten years, she had no happiness, no absurdity, and there was no fear. After having a brief happiness, she suffered losses, fearing that she lost everything.
Happiness and absurd were intertwined in her life, and played with her more vulnerable heart.
The cold air pierced her pale cheeks, and a silent tears flowed from Song Qinghan's dark eyes.
Tears fall into the cream, and the wind flutter.
Song Qinghan stood quietly, stood one day and one night until a cherry red petal fell on her shoulder.
She lowered her head, and her thick hair covered her half face.
With deep exhaustion, she dragged her heavy body and staggered forward. Although she was afraid of falling, she didn't hesitate.
Song Qinghan stepped on a solid land and was slightly fascinated in the middle of it. Her fingertips crossed the solid trunk and stayed on a leaf.
Pick it down and slowly put it in the mouth. There is no accident, no taste, and the taste disappears.
The clear sound of the spring water was faintly passed into her ears, which added a touch of comfort that she was gloomy in her heart.
If she couldn't see the way, she frequently hit the tree, touched the wall, and walked in a direction, and walked in the bay.
I don't know how long, a touch of cool water splashed on her ankle.
Song Qinghan sat down slowly, teasing the cold spring water, and a touch of sorrow spread from her heart.
After a moment, she slowly spoke, but there was still no sound to make a sound, and the trembling sound was echoed in her mind:
The night is long but the dream is short in spring.
The soul wakes up the flowers and flowers, and the disease is like a flower dream.