Mi Xia [Net King]

When the shattered glass that pierced into the flesh and blood on her knee was being slowly disposed of, her mind was full of unrealistic ideas, so delusional that the leg was not hers... and then she could saw it off.

Don't you need anesthesia?There was a bloody mess underneath, and she didn't dare to look at it. Beads of sweat slid down her cheeks, her nerves twitched as if she wanted to twist into a twist. Staring alone, she wished she could shrink into a needle and pierce the wall so that no one would see her, let alone make a noise to attract attention.

He looked like she could no longer imagine.She still dare not raise her head to take a closer look at his face. She doesn't know if it's because she is guilty of avoiding it, or because she is afraid that everything is just an illusion.But the magnificence and indifference that have been swept away in a hurry are enough to take people's hearts away. The more mature, the more calm and elegant the years have created, the more hardened the bones are beyond words.

A young man whom she could only guess but could not touch for a long time has grown into such an outstanding man, and now he can truly appear in front of her, leaning against the wall without speaking, just staring at her quietly, with every glance Staring at it can make people sore that tears will also fill the eyes.

Hirano Bixiang did not expect to see him.It never occurred to him that he would think of her again.

At that moment, the moment when each other's pupils looked at each other, she could know that those encounters in chaotic time and space were never accidents of parallel time and space, let alone the concept of different worlds or planes. In the same world, it’s just that, because of fate’s mistakes and blessings, he came to her summer at different times in his life, and knocked on the door of the rose garden. Due to the rules of time and space, he couldn’t remember when he left. any memory of her.

She really didn't expect that the moment he saw her again, he would remember all the forgotten things, and fate would allow such an accident.

Hirano Bixiang wiped the sweat from her forehead with her sleeves with difficulty, her eyelids were so painful that she couldn't open her eyes, no matter how tightly she pursed her lips, she couldn't hide her trembling. The doctor seemed to be talking to her, but she listened I don't know, I just shake my head or nod.

What are the doctor and Keigo Atobe talking about.She sat there blankly, the wounds were all fine, so there were no stitches, her knees and calves were tightly wrapped in bandages, she looked up at the two of them blankly.

Then she was hugged again, and the deep voice in her ear was slightly hoarse: "Xiang, let's go home."

She hugged the man's head, her face was close to his neck, her lips were trembling with pain, but she couldn't shed a tear.

There was nothing but desolation left in my heart.Just like that year when she planted roses in the garden and couldn't wait for his arrival, no matter how gorgeous and gorgeous the color fell, it would pale tragically in the desolation of time.

Hirano Bixiang fell asleep and woke up hungry.

After opening my eyes, I couldn't figure out the situation for a long time, and then gradually realized that the room I was in was extraordinarily magnificent and luxurious.

European-style decoration style, elegant and heavy feeling, the floor-to-ceiling windows are drawn with embroidered curtains, the indoor light is slightly dark, and through the dim light of the wall lamp, you can see the crystal chandelier reflecting the light above the head and lingering brightly like a starry sky. The side wall is a huge revolving bookshelf, the wood color is slightly darker, it looks like ebony... The aroma of roses enveloped the room, and she sat there for a long time before realizing whose room it was.

Wearing a pink and blue plum blossom bathrobe, Hirano Bixiang vaguely remembered that there seemed to be a girl who helped clean up and change it before, and the thoughts in her mind were in a mess, so complicated that she couldn't sort out the threads. I understand, the door of the bedroom opened, and the girl who had a little impression was dressed as a maid and was about to come in with a tray, and she was very happy when she woke up.

The curtains were opened, it was almost evening, the room didn't look very bright, and the heavy feeling of the decoration itself was still there, which made her feel a little inexplicably depressed.Looking around and seeing no second person, she felt an indescribable sadness.

It was hard to eat some food, her legs hurt badly, the maid repeatedly asked her if she needed anything more, she shook her head, looked at the man frowning as if she was very embarrassed, said goodbye to her, and walked out with the tray.

Hirano Bixiang watched her back disappear, and continued to let go while sitting.Until the door was pushed open for the second time.

She turned her head reflexively, and Keigo Atobe came in with gauze and medicinal wine in his hand.She was still wearing the shirt she wore in the morning, because Hirano Bixiang could still clearly see a few blood stains that had turned brown.

"Jingwu." She called out in a small voice, a little timid.

Hearing the sound, he stopped and stood there for a long time. Before she felt puzzled, he finally moved forward again, walked to the edge of the bed and sat down.

He put the medicinal wine on the bed sheet at hand, stretched out his hand and lifted off the thin blanket covering her feet, and then heard her call softly again: "Jing Wu?"

It's just like the patient who instinctively begged for forgiveness but didn't know what was wrong with him and the nurse who was angry and refused to speak, the scene reappeared, but now he lost his figure.

The light is ambiguous, and the girl bathed in the soft halo of air can make everyone feel soft-hearted.

She doesn't seem to have changed much over the years.The fluffy black hair is longer, with some natural curls at the end, and the amber pupils are as clear as autumn water, which contains the warmest light in the world, peaceful and full, but the profile of the face is thinner A little bit of baby fat has disappeared, leaving more delicate and moving facial features.

He also knew that she looked three centimeters taller, but her weight didn't change much.Her smile was exactly the same as in the past, her brows were gentler than the light of morning light.

No matter how outrageous things she has done, if you take a look at her, you won't be able to help but forgive her for everything she has done.

But every time he thought of this, his heart felt as if he was hit by a huge grief, which made him tremble so much that he couldn't even hold the medicine bottle.So still angry.very angry.

When Hirano Bixiang was hit and fell, her knees were kneeling on the shards of glass. The knee and the upper half of her calf were the most seriously injured. However, due to the posture problem due to gravity, her ankle was also sprained to varying degrees. Dr. Quan helped to straighten the joint , sent a bottle of medicinal wine, and said that it is best to rub it in the morning and evening to disperse the bruise, and it will heal faster.

Keigo Atobe held her ankle.Some are swollen, a big red lump in the joint.

Just touched it, and she shivered.

"Does it hurt?" he asked.Can't hear any emotion.

Hirano Bixiang nodded obediently.

Atobe Keigo lifted her calf to his own with a gauze pad, trying not to pull her knee, then smeared the medicine on the palm of his hand and pressed it to her ankle.Feeling the tense muscles under his palms that were already stiff, he even had a tendency to pull his feet away, so he increased his strength even more, and his deep voice suppressed his deep indifference: "It's good if it hurts."

Then Hirano Bixiang's defenses, which had been holding back the pain just now, instantly loosened, and her eyes immediately turned red.

The excruciating pain made her twist her fingers tightly together, her lips were tightly pressed together, her shoulders were trembling and she couldn't relax.Strangely, Keigo Atobe also seemed to have suffered such a thing, it was extremely painful.

Of course he knew she was afraid of pain.Why was Hirano Bixiang so angry when he was injured that year?She also feels the pain he feels, she will be afraid, and she will also be in pain.She tried her best to avoid all the things that would make her feel pain, and the only accident was him, so she felt helpless.

The brain was dizzy, and Hirano Bixiang touched her face tremblingly, and it was wet unconsciously.She really couldn't stand it, she stood up straight with her hands on the bed, trying to break free from his hands, her voice was aggrieved: "Stop rubbing!"

"Who made himself so embarrassed?" Indifferent tone.

Hirano Bixiang raised her head in disbelief, looked at him with wet eyes wide open, seemed to be confused by this indifferent attitude: "Jing Wu?"

When struggling, the sleeves of the bathrobe were pulled away, revealing the white wrist wrapped with red thread.The color of the red thread has been washed a little whitish, which is probably because it has been worn for many years.

Keigo Atobe paused.

Then Hirano Bixiang heard a deep male voice calling her name: "Xiang."

The tone was very gentle and gentle, but it changed again immediately.

He finally put her ankle down, wiped his palms with wet gauze, stood up and put the medicinal wine on the cabinet, and then sat down on the bedside.She had to look up to see his face.His handsome face was almost menacing, without expression there was a heavy sense of oppression, and when he bent down and pressed down, the force of deterrence was so strong that it could make one's heart tremble.

"Seven years old, 16 years old, 23 years old, I have met you, Xiang," the tone was a little casual, and it felt slightly ironic, "So as long as I see you again, I will remember, but you..."

After a long silence, he continued: "Why, don't you come to me?"

Probably because he felt that the tone was too gentle, after the words landed, he threatened to add an ending sound, the tone was drawn out to be especially ironic, slightly rising but extremely sexy: "...Huh?"

Hirano Bixiang pursed her lips slowly.

"Xiang!" He suddenly shouted loudly.

There was a move on his face, as if he had to work hard to suppress his anger. She had never seen him so irritable, and felt as if he wanted to tear her apart and swallow her: "I have waited so, so long! —— Even if I I don't know what I'm waiting for. I forget you. I don't even know what part of me is missing. Without all the enthusiasm, I don't know what I'm waiting for! Can you imagine a world without you? The most important part It was peeled off abruptly, but I just forgot what it was! I can’t find it! I can’t find—”

The tone was so intense, but the movement of him reaching out to stroke her hair was as gentle as if a snowflake had been brushed.

"I thought..." He suddenly calmed down and took a deep breath, "You should at least come...to see me."

Hirano Bixiang was a little dazed and a little scared.It was rare to be panicked like that.

"But I... I thought I was just an accident in your life." She said tremblingly, "You shouldn't have me in your life."

I don't know where you come from, I don't know what I mean to you, fate didn't let me know when it sent you here, and it didn't know me when it took you away, since it wants you to forget me, That indicates that I should not have any intersection with you.

I'm in my time, waiting for you to come again.Waiting and waiting, that summer passed, autumn passed and winter came, and spring blossomed. I planted roses all over the yard and watched them bloom season after season, and then I knew that you would never come again.

It took me so long to accept the reality that you were embedded in my life and disappeared suddenly, I left the rose garden that bound me for so long, how hard I tried to restrain my desire to meet you in this world... I am even, gratified Because I can avoid you like this.

"Sorry, Jingwu, I don't know."

He didn't speak.

But all the expressions, all the eyes, all the movements of this man, and even every cell in the breathing body of this man are expressing the truth with such force: I love you, Xiang.

I love you.

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