He turned around suddenly and saw that figure lying on the podium, her pale face covered by her hair, so pitiful, so pitiful...
He rushed over and picked her up...
The reporter's flashlight kept flashing on the two people...
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In the ward.
Yu Keqing lay quietly on the bed, her mouth as white as snow, and her cheeks stained with two red blushes from high fever.
The usual brilliance and brilliance disappeared completely, leaving only a fragile paper-like body.
Cheng Haochen sat beside the bed and looked at her sleeping quietly, with quiet eyes and a quiet expression.
On the surface, he was as calm as a pool of water, but his heart ached as if it was about to burst layer by layer.
In his heart, he kept despising himself because he had no resistance to her at all.
Every time I say I want to forget her, but when I turn around, everything goes to the back of my mind in an instant.
Falling in love with her seemed to be just for a moment, but forgetting her took all his willpower, but in the end he still couldn't get what he wanted.
God was so unfair to him, but he had no ability to resist. He could never escape from her shadow.
She is like a poison, if you get it, you will be entangled for life.
Sometimes, he would feel that God was actually a very cruel executioner who would not give him a happy life, but only wanted to torture him to death.
He was asked to see her hit Gu Ruohan with his own eyes, and he was asked to see the inspection results of the car with his own eyes.
He wanted to believe her, but he couldn't escape the test results.
Facts conflict with feelings, so he can only believe what he sees, so that he feels that he is still rational.
But despite this, he still loved her, feeling disappointed and hopelessly in love with her at the same time.
Since it can't be cut off, then he will continue to endure it and let God torture him to death until the day his body withers away...
He gently pulled the quilt for her, turned around and left.
He has to go to the United States and has already wasted too much time.
the next day.
A large photo appeared on the newspaper's page about the Xutian incident.
A handsome man is holding a fainted woman, worried and worried.
Gu Ruohan looked at the newspaper in front of him, his face turned blue, his eyes were wide-eyed, and the hand holding the newspaper was shaking unconsciously.
She gritted her teeth and narrowed her eyes, filled with intense flames. The flames seemed to want to burn everything in front of her to ashes.