Drifting Towards You

"My brother lost a leg to save me, Ziming, I'm so sad."

"Dad committed suicide. You didn't come back. I kinda wish you could be by my side. Will you come back and accompany me?"

"I seem to be a little used to being alone. You are probably too busy. But I take good care of myself."

"Grandpa Song has gone, it seems that I am the only one left in this house. Are you sad too?"

"I decided to leave, but I still hope you can be happy, will you think of me in the future."

"What is love? Maybe one day, you will meet the person you really love."

...

After such a long ten years, scene after scene, like a revolving lantern, it was passed by.

She smiled, cried, happy, injured.

So alive...

Her innocence, her kindness, her small temper, her squeamishness, all of them belong to him.

But he has nothing but calculations and disdain for her.

He pushed her away again and again, and used to hurt her again and again.

She moved forward step by step in his injury, but despite this, she never blamed her.

Until that day...

Li Qingqing killed her dog and scratched her face. Worried that the matter would be revealed, he sent her to death in a fire.

She turned into a fireball and looked at him desperately.

He just looked on with indifference.

A line of tears fell from the corner of Song Ziming's eyes in a coma...

Why, why did he never see her dragging her tired body to prepare dinner for him every day, why he could not see her lighting up the lamp for countless nights and waiting for him to go home, why he could not see the birthday cake she prepared for him sincerely Gift, why can't he see her maintaining and trusting him again and again...

He personally drove her to a dead end, and watched her die with his own eyes.

"Song Ziming, if there is an afterlife, I will be a ghost and will not let you go!" The fire swallowed her figure, but left those eyes full of hatred.

Song Ziming's heart was painful and unbearable, and the bitterness seemed to be full of coptis.

Rong Chen watched the changes in the equipment next to the hospital bed, frowned and walked quickly into the ward. He glanced at the tears on his face and was a little surprised. He checked Song Ziming's condition again and said warmly, "It seems to be about to wake up."

Su Xiangwan looked at Mu Beiting, and Mu Beiting pushed her in.

A group of people stood by the bed, and it didn't take long before Song Ziming slowly opened his eyes.

As soon as he opened his eyes, he turned to Shang Su Xiangwan's charming eyes.

Song Ziming's eyes were sour and he seemed to be a little surprised. He trembled softly: "You... are you still alive?"

Su Xiangwan trembled all over, looking at him speechless for a long time.

Song Ziming moved his fingers lightly, and saw Mu Beiting next to her again, a little stupefied, as if this was the only way to distinguish between dreams and reality.

"Late night..." Song Ziming said softly, with bitterness in his voice.

Su Xiangwanqing lowered his eyes, his voice hoarse: "Thank you for saving me."

Song Ziming opened his mouth, his mind still full of that long dream.

He wanted to say something, but he didn't know what to say.

After a long time, he whispered: "Did we... know each other before?"

"You take good care of your injuries, and if you have any needs, you can tell us." Su Xiangwan stopped looking at him and did not answer his questions.

Song Ziming said nothing.

Su Xiangwan looked at Mu Beiting and whispered, "Let's go back."

"Okay." Mu Beiting said in a deep voice, short and powerful.

Only when the wheelchair was pushed, Song Ziming suddenly reached out and grabbed Su Xiangwan's arm.

Su Xiangwan raised his eyes to look at him.

"Can you... can you give me another chance..." Song Ziming looked at her earnestly, with earnestness and pleading in his eyes.