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Chapter 485 I really did.
Zheng Weiqing's face was pale, and she wept uncontrollably.

She didn't know if it was because she was facing life and death for the first time, or because the owner of the heart in her heart was mourning.

But she was really sad, her eyes were clouded with tears, and she could hardly calm down from crying.

There was helplessness in Yan Che's eyes, he sighed, wiped the tears off her face, and said in a hoarse voice: "Don't cry, I promised Lu Xicheng that I would send you back in vain and fat, if you If there is a chance, I may not even have a good life in the last days."

Zheng Weiwei knew that he was joking, but her eyes were still red, and it took a long time to calm down.

Yan Che said: "Qingqing, you fool, what's the point of crying? I was not pure in saving you. Even if I keep you by my side now, it's just for comfort. I didn't care about you at all. feeling."

Zheng shook his head slightly, as if he wanted to refute his point of view, and said in a low voice: "No, you saved me."

Yan Che's slender fingers froze on her face, and there was a trace of sadness in his eyes.

He said: "Qing, you and Yan Qing are really similar, you two are fools."

It's so stupid to feel sorry for someone like me.

In the days that followed, Zheng Weiqing was by Yan Che's side every day.

Yan Che's life is getting weaker day by day, like a flower that has come to an end, no matter how careful it is to take care of it, it is impossible to restore the life that is going to decline.

He spent more and more time on the bed, lying down, looking at Zheng Qingqing with a gentle smile.

Most of the time, she just read some short poems in a calm and soft voice, reading down little by little.

Yan Che said: "Whisper, my Yan Qing used to read poems by my side like this. She likes Tagore's poems very much. Every time, she would read out and read them to me." When he spoke, his tone was nostalgic. , There is a faint smile on the lips.

At times like this, Zheng Qingqing would sit very quietly.Such a story was too heavy for her to say anything.

Sometimes Lu Xicheng would come over in the afternoon, he would rub his hair lightly and whisper some instructions.

At this time, Yan Che would always be alone upstairs in silence, without making a sound.

Until one day, he asked Zheng Qingqing: "Qingqing, isn't it good to have someone miss you? In fact, I also had it before. I really did."

Zheng Qingwei didn't know how to answer.

One night later, a heavy snowfall fell in City S. As the snow was getting thicker, through the window, one could see a faint lighthouse on the sea level.

Zheng Weiwei stood by the window sill, closed the window slightly, and said softly, "Yan Che, it's snowing outside."

The man who had been sleeping in silence for a long time slowly opened his eyes, there was a haze between his brows and eyes, and he was a little confused.

He gradually regained consciousness, and then smiled and said, "Yes, it's already the winter solstice, and it's time for snow."

"Come out for a walk with me tomorrow morning, okay?" His voice was weak and hoarse, making the listeners flustered.

Zheng Qingqing was mentally prepared, but her eyes were slightly wet when she heard the words.

It is difficult for people to be calm when facing life and death.

She said, "Okay." Her voice was choked with embarrassment.

Yan Che couldn't help but look at her helplessly. He said, "Gently, after I die, you can return to Lu Xicheng's side. What's there to be sad about?"

(End of this chapter)