Rebirth depends on you without discussing

There will always be a little discordant episode in a beautiful moment.

Just when Zuo Chuan was immersed in the joy of Qi Zhongxuan's recovery, a depressive cough sounded in his ears, as well as vibrations from the approaching chest cavity.

Qi Zhongxuan was a little apologetic, he really didn't know it was intentional at such a beautiful time, but he couldn't help the uncontrollable itching in his throat.

The muffled cough finally broke through the obstruction of the throat and mouth, and broke through...

Zuo Chuan was startled, and then pushed Qi Zhongxuan away, looking at the other person's cheeks that were stained red from coughing, his heart ached: "What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?"

Qi Zhongxuan's pneumonia just happened, and he stayed in a cafe with a low temperature for a long time, which caused a cough.

Hearing Zuo Chuan's concerned inquiry, he waved his hands, and waited until the discomfort in the throat area eased before saying, "It's okay, it's okay!"

A Chao had gone to the bar to ask for a glass of water, and after handing it to Qi Zhongxuan, he looked at Zuo Chuan with a slightly unfriendly expression: "Young Master Sun has just been discharged from the hospital, if you have anything, you should hurry up and talk about it."

From Ah Chao's point of view, if there was no Zuo Chuan, Qi Zhongxuan would not stay in such a cool place, nor would he cause the cough that had stopped long ago.

Especially when he saw Qi Zhongxuan's cheeks and eyes stained red from coughing, his disgust towards Zuo Chuan became more intense in his heart, and even the beauty he saw just now was spontaneously forgotten in his mind.

"It's okay, let's sit for a while!" Qi Zhongxuan pulled Zuo Chuan, directly pulled him down on the seat and sat down, and then said to A Chao: "You go to the car and get my spray."

Ah Chao knew that it was Qi Zhongxuan who deliberately pushed him away, but he didn't say anything, he just gave Zuo Chuan a meaningful look.

Zuo Chuan was a little at a loss, sitting opposite Qi Zhongxuan, keeping his head down, rubbing his hands on his lap...

Qi Zhongxuan looked at Zuo Chuan like a child who did something wrong, his eyebrows lowered and his eyes downcast, which was a little funny.

"Do we know each other?" Although Qi Zhongxuan didn't hate Zuo Chuan, it could even be said that he liked the strange young man in front of him, but after searching the depths of his memory, Qi Zhongxuan couldn't find any intersection with Zuo Chuan.

Zuo Chuan immediately raised his head and nodded violently, but when he saw Qi Zhongxuan's young face and clear eyebrows, he shook his head violently.

Qi Zhongxuan was about to ask how they met, but saw Zuo Chuan shaking his head in denial, frowning slightly, the doubt in his heart was even stronger than before.

"Then we met before?" Qi Zhongxuan thought that his memory was not bad, as long as he met someone once, even if he couldn't remember his name, he would at least have an impression.

However, although Qi Zhongxuan had no impression of Zuo Chuan, he felt inexplicably familiar with it, which made Qi Zhongxuan puzzled and desperately wanted an answer.

And the young man in front of him shook his head violently after nodding violently...

Qi Zhongxuan couldn't help but smile lightly. In Zuo Chuan's eyes, the slightly helpless smile was very similar to the helplessness towards him in the previous life, but it also contained a doting smile...

A burst of sadness flashed across the bottom of my heart, Zuo Chuan's eyes were instantly moist, and crystal tears rushed out of his eyes...

Crystal drops of water hung on Zuo Chuan's bright red cheeks, and slowly slid down, past the corners of his mouth, across his chin, and dripped onto the cold table...

Qi Zhongxuan's gaze shifted from Zuo Chuan's face to the table following this teardrop. The crystal clear teardrops reflected the white light, which hurt Qi Zhongxuan's heart...

The warm aura of the boy still remained in his chest, thinking of the domineering but warm embrace of the boy before, and seeing the boy biting his lips and suppressing himself with tears in his eyes, Qi Zhongxuan felt as uncomfortable as if his heart had been pricked by a needle...

This kind of experience is unfamiliar to Qi Zhongxuan, but he is not disgusted at all, resisting...

Looking at the young man in front of him, Qi Zhongxuan felt an urge to hug him into his arms and comfort him.

However, Qi Zhongxuan, who has always known how to manage his emotions, adjusted himself very well, and his reason told him that he could not just rely on one meeting and let his reason be troubled by the emotions in his heart.

Looking at the tissue handed to him, Zuo Chuan reached out and took it: "Thank you!"

After the excitement just now, Zuo Chuan gradually calmed down.

Although there were too many things in my heart that I wanted to confide to Qi Zhongxuan, but when I saw the doubt and slight alienation in Qi Zhongxuan's eyes, I gradually calmed down.

"I'm sorry, I, I, I..." Zuo Chuan talked for a long time, but he didn't say a reason, because he really didn't know what to say.

When he was just reborn, Zuo Chuan thanked God for letting him retain the memory of his previous life, but right now, Zuo Chuan really didn't know how to explain it to Qi Zhongxuan.

Looking at the tangled young man in front of him, Qi Zhongxuan sighed: "Okay, I won't ask any more, and I'll tell you when you want to tell me someday."

Zuo Chuan's eyes lit up, and he nodded vigorously: "When the time comes, I will definitely tell you, everything."

"Okay!" After Qi Zhongxuan finished speaking, he stood up first. Zuo Chuan became anxious, and his nervous face turned pale when he stood up: "Don't go, I..."

Qi Zhongxuan hooked his lips, stretched out his hand and pinched Zuo Chuan's face, the hot touch made him understand that his judgment was absolutely correct, the boy in front of him had a fever.

"I won't go, you have a fever, I'll take you to the hospital." When hugging before, he felt that Zuo Chuan's body temperature was higher than normal, and seeing the young man's flushed cheeks, he was even more sure of what he was thinking.

Zuo Chuan raised his hand to cover his face, lowered his head, not daring to look at Qi Zhongxuan, until he was dragged to the hospital by Qi Zhongxuan for an infusion, he still hadn't recovered.