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Chapter 360 An Ziqing's Illness (11)

"Zihan."

"Zihan."

Qin Nanfeng and Mo Xiaoli called her in unison.

From An Zihan's ears, they seemed to have reached the point of getting along with each other, so they became even more angry, but they didn't want to say any more vicious words, so they just said: "Mo Xiaoli, you should go and see my brother."

After speaking, he turned his head and left, regardless of Qin Nanfeng calling her behind her back.

"Go after her." Mo Xiaoli said.

Qin Nanfeng looked at Mo Xiaoli and called her, "Xiaoli."

"Go ahead, I should go see if Ziqing is awake." Mo Xiaoli was actually smiling, although the smile was a bit bitter, but it was sincere.

"Although..." Qin Nanfeng hesitated to speak, and finally made up his mind to say: "Although your matching is not successful, there are so many people in this world who will succeed. Don't be sad."

"Yeah." Mo Xiaoli nodded, "Let's go."

"Also." Qin Nanfeng looked at Mo Xiaoli with complicated eyes and said, "It seems that the success rate of matching between relatives is higher."

"Relationships related by blood." Qin Nanfeng added.

Mo Xiaoli was startled, Qin Nanfeng took a deep look at her, then turned around and went after An Zihan.

Today's sky seems to be extraordinarily blue, with white clouds floating leisurely, Mo Xiaoli looks up at the sky, this kind of scene is probably the most beautiful color.

The clarity was abnormal, but her heart was heavy.

When he arrived at An Ziqing's ward, he was still asleep, but he didn't seem to be sleeping soundly. His brows were still furrowed, as if he was tormented by great pain.

Mo Xiaoli stretched out his hand to caress his wrinkled forehead, the smooth and delicate fingertips, the cool touch, soothed An Ziqing's slightly wrinkled brow.

"Ziqing, I think you may be saved." Mo Xiaoli said to himself.

Looking out of the window in a daze, there are withered and yellow leaves floating down from the top of the tree, swaying leisurely. In the late autumn season, there is a sense of depression everywhere, which makes people feel sad for no reason.

When she came back to her senses, she saw An Ziqing's eyes were open, she smiled slightly, and suddenly thought that he couldn't see it, even if, even if she was crying now, he probably wouldn't know it.

An Ziqing's icy pupils were like a vast universe, without reflections of anything, but like a black hole, sucking people in.

Mo Xiaoli caressed his eyebrows with his fingers, An Ziqing suddenly called out to her, "A Li."

Because I just woke up, my voice has a strong nasal sound, low and slightly hoarse, which is very pleasant to hear.

"Ziqing."

An Ziqing stretched out his hand from under the quilt, groping to hold her hand, Mo Xiaoli quickly passed it over, and clasped his fingers together, An Ziqing's palm was very warm, a little hot, a little scorching.

"I just dreamed that I pulled you and said that I didn't want you to leave me, and threatened you with death." His voice came in a low voice, and then he smiled, and the low laughter came from his pale lips. The corner escaped, like the sound of nature.

"I will not leave you, Ziqing, never." Mo Xiaoli was anxious to express his thoughts, speaking eagerly.

"I was too selfish, Ah Li. In the dream, I seemed to have fallen, so embarrassed, but now, look, I am so suave, handsome, how could I fall? Meng, it's so strange , so dreams and reality are probably the opposite." An Ziqing lowered her voice as she spoke.

Yes, the dream is the opposite of the reality. In the dream, his illness was cured, so does it mean that his illness will never be cured?In the dream, A Li wanted to leave him, but in reality, how could his A Li leave while he was ill?
The more An Ziqing thought about it, the more frightened she became, and the more she thought about it, the colder her heart became.

(End of this chapter)