Love is like melting

Chapter 155 You and Me
Mu Ye did not choose to return to Yancheng, but stayed in the nursing home to recuperate, because he had been in a coma for too long, and the muscles of his legs began to atrophy, weak, and he needed a physical reexamination every day.

It took a long period of physical reexamination before he could walk like a normal person and lead a normal life, so that he could no longer stay in the nursing home.

Not knowing where to go, he just wandered around, until he heard rumors that Ji Yerong was exchanged by Lian Mo to the D&K group, and his life and death were uncertain.

He was very worried about her, and tried every means to find the whereabouts of D&K and her, but he couldn't find D&K's whereabouts as he wanted.

He didn't rush there until he heard that Your Excellency had found the base of D&K, but he couldn't land on the deserted island, so he could only keep searching near that sea area, because I heard that Your Excellency did not rescue Ji Yerong, someone said She is dead.

Mu Ye didn't believe that Ji Yerong was dead, so he searched desperately, kept searching, and finally found Ji Yerong unconscious in that remote and dilapidated small clinic.

He tried his best to ask the doctor to save her, and even put a fruit knife on the doctor's neck. If she died, he asked the doctor to bury her with her!
Her life was as tenacious and tenacious as he expected, and she survived.

The time in the small town is like the stream that surrounds the small town, the stream flows slowly, day after day, year after year, tirelessly.

Ji Yerong didn't want to go out, and Mu Ye never forced her to go out, because he knew that Ji Yerong, who was healthy and healthy back then, would feel a huge gap in his heart, just like himself All of a sudden, he fell from the crown prince to an ordinary person. He has no clothes to stretch his hands to eat, no honor and prominent status, just like ordinary people, he has to do everything by himself.

It took him a lot of time to get over this sense of loss in his heart, not to mention the scar on her face and inconvenient right leg, which made her different from ordinary people, and she must have low self-esteem in her heart.

This kind of inferiority complex often makes Mu Ye powerless, because he can't help her.

Ji Yerong's body functions are recovering day by day under Mu Ye's careful care, but her inner wounds and festering parts, which are full of desolation, cannot be repaired by Mu Ye.

She never goes out, does not speak, like a person with autism, living in her own virtual world, only herself in that world, no one else.

In that lonely and desolate world, she cried alone, laughed alone, sad alone, happy alone, thinking alone, talking with herself alone, slowly sinking and withering alone.

From repeating the nightmare every night at the beginning, waking up screaming, attracting Mu Ye's worry and company, to waking up peacefully from the nightmare, except that the heartbeat has lost its stability, and there will be no panic screaming.

How many nights, she opened her eyes wide like this, held her breath, pricked up her ears, and waited quietly until dawn.

Her short ear-length hair gradually grew into shawl-length hair. She often wore a black dress with her hair covered, and looked out the window. No one knew what was going on in her mind.

Even Mu Ye didn't know.

The first time Ji Yerong went out was because it was snowing. She thought of leaving Yancheng, the day she left him, it was also snowing.

She walked out of the gate involuntarily, and the white snow fluttering in the sky was like catkins, falling down profusely, cooling her eyes.

Several children who were playing ran over and stared at her legs strangely. The cold wind blew up the broken hair on her forehead. The ugly scars frightened the children, and they ran away.

While observing her, he threw small stones at her, "You ugly ugly monster..."

ugly?
Ji Yerong raised his head and touched the scar on his forehead, feeling uneven, like the ugly skin on a toad.

For a moment, my heart was pounding, and my breathing was stagnant.

Those stones didn't hurt her at all, but her heart hurt so much.

Fourth brother, my heart really hurts.

When Mu Ye went out to buy rice and came back to see this scene, he hurried over to chase away those naughty children, and looked at her with distressed eyes, "Ye'er, are you okay?"

Ji Yerong didn't look at him with his downcast eyes, but his legs lost strength in an instant, and he sat slumped on the ground, his face paler than flying snowflakes!
"Night..."

When Mu Ye knelt down to help her up, he heard a sad voice, "He doesn't want me anymore... Why does he not want me? I don't care who he married or who he had a child with. I just want to stay by his side, even if it’s just to be a sharp sword in his hand...that’s all I want...why does he treat me like this, why he never chooses me once...even if Just once..."

Why are you so cruel to me and cruelly choose to give up on me again and again, but I can never forget you, and when I think of you, I still feel heart-piercing pain.

"Ye'er, look at me!" Mu Ye held her cheeks warmly in this winter, his warm eyes filled with determination and solemnity for the first time, "Since he doesn't want you anymore, you can choose not to." He! Why do you have to live for him? You can also live for yourself! Ye'er, wake up! He is not worthy of your thinking day and night, not worthy of your forgiveness, not worthy of your life! He He has always cared about rights and himself, he has never cared about you, if you do this for him, it is not he who is trampling on you, but you are trampling on yourself!"

Her eyes were covered with flying snow, and she stared at him blankly, silent for a long time.

Isn't it worth it?
"What you and Mujin owed him, you have paid him back in the past few years. You don't owe him any more, since you decide not to go back, let go of the past. He has his beautiful wife, Yuzi, and you have your time to be quiet, Don't let your feelings become cheap."

Ji Yerong looked up at the pale sky. The snowflakes fell on her cheeks and melted silently. The cool liquid flowed down her cheeks, as if she was crying for her.

Catkins covered her long hair, dyed her hair white, as if she had aged in an instant.

The bloodless lips hooked silently.

That's right, my feelings have always been so humble, since he doesn't want her anymore and doesn't care about her life or death, why should she keep thinking about it.

The scars all over his body and the crippled right leg are not enough to pay him back!
Enough is enough, so be it.

Mu Ye held her in his arms with his long arms, and his voice was hoarse: "It's okay Ye'er, he doesn't want you, I want you, you still have me."

Her stiff body was hugged tightly by him, but there was no response.

Eyes full of desolation, heart like dead wood.

This winter, it's really cold.

In the presidential palace, the night was quiet, but the lights in the office were brightly lit all night.

In the lounge next to him, Lian Mo was lying on the bed, drunk and unconscious, his brows were furrowed, his thin lips curled into colorless curves, his whole person looked cold and painful.

Jiang Hanzhu asked the doctor to take off his shoes, and his feet were soaked in his own blood.The doctor frowned.

The doctor wiped off the blood, took out the punctured shoe with tweezers, and directly pierced into the sole of his foot. Although it was not big, it was slender and pierced extremely deep, almost puncturing the instep of his foot.

Disinfection, application of medicine, and bandaging took two hours to complete.

Nicole stayed here to take care of Lian Mo, and Jiang Hanzhu left the presidential palace and went to Yeyuan after making sure that he was fine.

In the middle of the night, Lianmo's face turned red. Nicole sensed that something was wrong, and called the doctor. After measuring his temperature, he found that he had a high fever, 41.2°. Silently muttering something.

The doctor gave him an injection and infusion, and added antipyretics to the infusion.

The night is not over, and the cold moon is shining, and the people in the two places are haggard and tearful.

Love is timid, the north wind is bitter, clinging to life and nostalgia for the old days, the sky is full of sad songs.

Ji Yerong's high fever recurred this time, his forehead just came down, and then his heart came up again. He lay down in a coma for seven days, and lost a lot of weight, which made Yu Sha's heart ache.

On weekdays, Yu Sha would drink water when she was fed, and swallow porridge when she was fed, but she never said a word. At other times, she either had a high fever or slept with her eyes closed, as if she wanted to sleep for a long time and never wake up again. It seems to come.

Under Yu Sha's persuasion and persuasion, Ji Yerong got out of bed for the first time after the fever subsided. His legs were weak and he needed Yu Sha's support to walk slowly.

The weather has turned cold recently, and Yu Sha took a coat for her to wear, because she was going to the yard downstairs.

There is a red rope wrapped around the swing swaying in the wind, which she and Lian Mo wrapped up by hand.

Yusha helped her walk over and sat on the swing.

"Sister Yerong, be careful." She stood aside holding on to the rope, worried that Ji Yerong, who was too weak, would fall off the swing.

She looked at the red rope wrapped around the rope, and gently stroked the dense red rope like annual rings with her thin fingers. Thinking of his eyes and words that day, her heart ached.

After a long silence, she finally spoke a few words recently, her voice was hoarse and weak, "Did he come back that night?"

he?
(End of this chapter)