Dressed as the mortal enemy of the sick and charming male protagonist

The man put the apron on the shelf in the kitchen, came out of the kitchen, sat on the sofa, his eyes were empty, his expression was in a daze, and he didn't know where he was looking.

A person's ward always looks deserted, and only faint and even breathing sounds can be heard in the quiet ward.

When Qi Song woke up, the ward was already pitch black. For some reason, he always felt that the night was extremely long, and the ward was lonely and deserted.

He went on to sleep again, but this time he didn't sleep well, he was groggy and always very restless.

When he opened his eyes again, there seemed to be a faint light in the ward, and...the person leaning beside him.

He thought he was wrong, the corners of his eyes were a little wet, he stretched out his palm, and gently touched the person leaning against the bed with closed eyes.

The man slowly opened his eyes, his eyelids were black and tired, and there seemed to be a few bloodshot spots in his eye sockets.

"Shen Ci... you... why are you here?"

The palm was gently held, and his body was pulled into his arms. He didn't say a word, but hugged him silently.

Qi Song's voice trembled a little, and he suddenly couldn't tell whether the situation in front of him was real or an illusion.

Qi Song's body stiffened for a while, then he stretched out his hand and pushed his body away, looked at him several times carefully, and said in a probing tone, "You...you know everything?"

They also planned to change the place again, but they didn't expect him to find it here.

"Oh, I see."

His voice was very weak, so weak that it didn't seem real.

"When?" Qi Song felt his heart getting more and more nervous, he was clearly pretending well...

"It's early."

"Who told you? Was it Jiang Xu?"

When he saw Jiang Xu coming with Mu Tingzhou today, he thought about the relationship between Jiang Xu and Mu Tingzhou, so he didn't pay much attention, but he didn't know when Mu Tingzhou told Jiang Xu.

"Earlier than he knew."

Shen Ci's voice was calm from beginning to end, without much fluctuation, not what Qi Song thought.

"I'm sorry...for deceiving you."

As soon as the words fell, tears rolled down the corners of his eyes, and even his voice became hoarse.

The person in front of him wiped the corners of his eyes with his fingertips, and was hugged tightly into his arms, "No need to apologize, it's not your fault."

"The way I am now... is it bad?"

"No, you're fine, you've always been fine."

Regardless of whether he was dreaming or not, Qi Song's hands hugged his body tightly, as if this person would disappear as soon as he let go.

The next day, as soon as Qi Song opened his eyes, he tried to reach out to touch the place beside him, but the place was already cold without any trace of familiarity.

Qi Song gave a wry smile, sure enough, the illness has become more and more serious these days, and the hallucinations are so real.

Mu Tingzhou arrived at the ward early, and when he came over, he saw him staring at the side beside him with a dazed face, and he didn't come back to his senses for a long time.

Mu Tingzhou walked to the bed and patted him on the shoulder. It took him almost three or four seconds to react. He looked up at Mu Tingzhou, "This...is about to start?"

Mu Tingzhou shook his head and said, "Not yet, I just came to see how you are doing, what was you thinking about so fascinated?"

Qi Song thought about it for a moment, "I seem to have seen him last night, has he... been here?"

Mu Tingzhou's face was startled, and then he said in a normal tone: "Are you sick and confused? He didn't even know you were here, so how could he come here?"

"Really... no one has been here?"

Mu Tingzhou nodded and said, "No."

Hearing what he said, Qi Song gradually gave up the outrageous idea just now, "That's right, I'm really sick and confused."

"If you really miss him that much, you shouldn't have kept it from him in the first place." After finishing speaking, he left the ward.

Qi Song leaned against the head of the bed, his complexion looked worse than a few days ago.

Soon it was afternoon and everything was ready.