If love could come back

Xu Xiaoli looked calm.

In fact, she was somewhat surprised.He has always been highly cultivated, and his words and deeds are full of gentlemanly demeanor. No matter what, he will leave room for others and will never embarrass others. This is a well-known fact.However, he was undoubtedly issuing an order to evict guests just now, no matter how reserved and polite he was, it really did not conform to his usual style at all.

Now, only the two of them are left facing each other in the advanced ward. His face is still sick, his slightly thin cheeks are stained with a touch of white, his lips seem a little dry, his voice is hoarse, and he looks weak and weak. Ever glow.

Anyway, she frowns more and more.

Thinking of him fainting in the laboratory due to a high fever, he felt an uncontrollable pain deep in his heart. He really didn't know how to take care of himself, always made himself so tired, and once he got busy, he didn't care about anything.

However, this time he fell ill because he wanted to help her, and the deep guilt followed him everywhere.When he came to her that day, he didn't say a word, obviously he came with good intentions, but she didn't appreciate it, but she still spoke ill of him, no matter how he thought about it, he was full of remorse.

I suddenly remembered Ivy's "Repentance Letter", but she and him were not the kind of relationship that could use the "Repentance Statement".

Rather than a roundabout tactic, it is better to apologize directly.

"Actually, besides saying thank you, I'm here today to say I'm sorry." She spoke first and said sincerely, "I'm sorry."

Even so, her serious and extremely remorseful attitude made him feel that she came here to apologize, but he didn't think it was necessary.

"Why, say I'm sorry?"

"My attitude was very bad that day, and I don't know why I was like that. I lost my temper with you for no reason. No matter how bad my mood is, I shouldn't take it out on others." She was slightly startled, not understanding what he meant by asking .

Staring at her quietly, there is endless understanding and tolerance in the deep dark eyes.Suddenly, a faint smile fluttered slowly, so soft that it was suffocating.With a refreshing warmth on his sick face, he said in a warm voice: "If I encounter such a thing, I would not be in a better mood. Although losing my temper may not solve the problem, it is better than pressing it in my heart."

He is glad that this "other" is himself, so what does it matter if he is her punching bag occasionally?

When I first heard her words, my heart ached like it was about to shatter into pieces.I never thought that a simple sentence could bring a devastating impact, almost making people unable to breathe.

However, the moment he heard her say sorry, a trace of subtle and unspeakable relief rose in his heart.

I remember that when we were together before, she always gave in and cooperated with him, tolerated all kinds of grievances, almost never revealed the true thoughts in her heart, got along well with each other but could always feel an invisible barrier between the two, which could not be seen through, said Unknown, insurmountable.That day, at least she no longer suppressed, and revealed her true side, she would be cold-faced, dissatisfied, angry, and even lose her temper at him. What's wrong with that?

She raised her eyes to look at him in astonishment, obviously she was the one who made trouble unreasonably and unreasonably, she obviously lost her temper indiscriminately, and she obviously blamed him.

Not only did he not care about it at all, how could he still smile so innocently, so gentle, so tolerant, and the connivance in his tone made people sink.Such tolerance made her at a loss for a moment, and she could only stand still.

why?

More and more doubts slowly piled up in her heart, and he was the only one who could give her the answer.However, neither of them spoke at this time, and the tacit silence permeated the air, and her courage was also unconsciously lost bit by bit, and she was too timid to ask or listen.

"By the way, is your illness better? What did the doctor say?" The longer the silence, the more embarrassed she felt, so she quickly found a topic.

"Actually, it's much better, just, just——cough, cough, cough!" A sudden suffocation in the chest, a burst of breath rushed up, the sudden discomfort in the throat hit, causing the body to tremble uncontrollably.He suddenly coughed violently, not forgetting to apologize for his gaffe. "Sorry, it's just normal, cough! Viral infection, cough, cough—" The more you try to suppress the cough, the more it gets worse. Jun's face flushes, and he looks very uncomfortable.

"Come on, have a glass of water." Her complexion changed slightly, and she quickly poured him a glass of warm water, then stared at him with concern as she drank the water in the glass one gulp. "Drink slowly, don't drink too fast... How about it? Is it better?"

Focused eyes carefully watched his reaction, and the care was inadvertently revealed.

Kingsley looked at her deeply, the expression in his eyes gradually deepened, like a deep pool of night, quiet but unfathomable, the corners of his mouth slightly curved, his voice was so hoarse and uniquely magnetic, it was so beautiful that it made people's eardrums itch.

"Much better, Thankyou."

"Don't be brave when you are sick, remember to drink plenty of water, and don't hold back your cough."

She didn't notice his strangeness, and she couldn't help but blurted out the exhortation naturally, like a trace of warmth flowing through his heart, small warmth but meaningful and long-lasting.The feeling of being cared for by her is really satisfying.This satisfaction made him feel cherished, so cherished that he only wanted to obey his orders.

"Ah."

"If you feel tired, go to sleep."

"it is good."

"Don't think about school things for the time being, the most important thing is to have a good rest."

"Ah."

His obedience finally caused her to look sideways, and her four eyes met. The usually gentle male eyes were warm and focused. Such a concentrated gaze made her cheeks feel slightly hot. She looked away uncomfortably, and finally realized that she had crossed the line just now. , quickly find another topic.

"Would you like some more drink?"

"it is good."

It turns out that when he is sick, he will be very obedient and obedient, especially obedient?Now, what she sees is not a 30-year-old man, nor the physicist who is hailed as a genius, but a little boy who is obedient and polite even when he is sick. An urge to stroke his hair.

Just when she suppressed her wild thoughts and was about to take the water glass, she inadvertently found a large bruise on the back of his hand, which was a little swollen, and even pinholes could be seen vaguely.

"your hands……"

The eyebrows wrinkled unbearably, how could this be?The bruises were branded there, and it was particularly shocking and dazzling. How many bottles of drips had he taken in the past few days?Is this really just a "normal" viral infection?

Kingsley looked down at the back of his two bruised hands following her gaze, and joked lightly: "Isn't it also said in the TV commercial that injections will heal faster?"

Hearing this, she glanced at him unconsciously and blamed him, and said softly as if he had nothing to do: "Our family has a local method, if you get an IV drip until it swells up, you can apply it with raw potato chips, so that the bruises will disperse faster. Come on, it won't hurt so much."

"Raw potato chips? Will it work?" This was the first time he had heard of such a method.

"You'll know if you try it?"

The two blessed souls couldn't help looking at each other and smiling. A warm and warm feeling floated between the two, penetrating into each other's hearts. The once bleak heart was warmed bit by bit. full.

"Ka, da!"

The door was opened, and there was a sudden sound, the two woke up like a dream, and they looked at the door at the same time.

"Madam, so you're still there?"

Cai Baoer, who went back and forth, smiled in surprise, then walked in holding the glass vase and put the vase back in the distance, not forgetting to fiddle with it a few times until she felt satisfied, with a generous and comfortable attitude as if at home like. "What are you talking about? It seems to be a very happy chat, don't you mind sharing it with me?"

Subconsciously glanced at Kingsley, just in time to meet his gaze, after a subtle exchange of eyes, the expression in her eyes gradually subsided, and something in her smile disappeared, leaving only a polite arc .

"It's nothing, just chatting casually." She replied lightly, and then turned to Kingsley. "I should go, you have a good rest."

"it is good."

Suddenly there is one more person, not just each other.In the short-term relationship, there is a lingering feeling of tranquility and comfort that lingers in my heart. It is so beautiful that I don’t want to share it with others. I just want to store it in the wooden box of memory and enjoy it alone.

Along with the exclusive psychology comes greed, wanting more, wanting to fill the wooden box of memories.When you open it one day, there will be pearls that are so bright that you can't put it down.

Because of greed, he is never more sure of what he wants than at this moment, and he has never really cared about the so-called better in his heart. He has always only cared about one.

Cai Baoer stared at the door panel with dark eyes, making sure that Xu Xiaoli had really left.

Finally gone.

It's like a lingering ghost, obviously they have nothing to do with each other, there shouldn't be anything to do with each other, but they still have the nerve to come to your door and pester them all day long, is it annoying?

Looking at the fruit basket with a hint of contempt, she couldn't help laughing in her heart—hmph, it's just some cheap civilian food.

It's really an eyesore.

"Madam is really caring, these fruits look very fresh, would you like to eat one?" Cai Baoer said with a smile.

"Miss Cai."

Seeing her gesturing to walk towards the fruit basket, he was inexplicably moved. He subconsciously didn't want her to touch the things brought by Xi Limei. Stop her movements.

"Huh?" Cai Bao'er turned sideways when she heard the sound, raised her finely-drawn eyebrows slightly, and corrected with a playful smile: "Didn't I say that? You don't need to call Miss Miss every time, it sounds strange. You You can call me Bowie."

"Miss Cai, in fact, I really appreciate you coming to visit me." Unexpectedly, Kingsley turned a deaf ear to it, and continued to use unfamiliar and polite addresses, intentionally or unintentionally, keeping the distance between them.

"It should. Besides, do you and I still need to be so polite?" In fact, Cai Baoer could faintly detect some changes in his attitude, but the reason was unknown.

Despite the apology, he still spoke firmly.

"Some things, I have to tell you clearly."

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