I didn't think she used to look so good even walking.

But no matter how good-looking she is, what's the relationship with him in the future.

At best, she called her sister by deceiving herself, and then handed her hand to another man.

Li Che felt that his heart was roasting on the fire, turning over and over, no matter what kind of decision is a kind of suffering.

So back to the ward in the afternoon.

When Yange was going to help him get into bed, he shouted, "Don't touch me!"

The sound was sharp and hurried.

Although he tried hard to stabilize his emotions, he still screamed: "Don't touch me, you go out first, Koyanagi, Koyanagi you come in ..."

Yan Ge turned around and walked to the door. She didn't go out and gave way to Xiao Liu who was going to enter the door. Instead, she reached out and threw the door, then locked the door.

Li Che: ...

He was inexplicably nervous, but still said solemnly to Yange: "Huanhuan, you go out and let Xiao Liu come in. My body is heavy and you can't hold it at all."

Yan Ge came to him, one hand passed under his arm socket, and the other was under his thigh.

Gritted his teeth, tried to hug him, lifted it a little and lowered it, then looked up and smiled at Li Che, who was close by.

Probably because it was too hard, she blushed blushingly, but his eyes looked bright but she smiled so much that he wanted to cry.

So after a moment's reaction, he resisted and pushed her: "Don't touch me, don't touch me!"

This push, however, pushed the words to the ground.

Yange sat on the ground, staring at Li Che coldly.

The next moment, she suddenly reached out and smashed her own drawing board. Not only the drawing board, but everything that could be hooked by her, the coffee table, the table, and those things on the table were all hit by her.

Even her own electronic drawing board and schoolbag were smashed.

Li Che: ...

He didn't dare to move.

After the smashing, Yange pursed his lips before walking to Li Che, and continued to reach under the creak of Li Che with one hand, and put one hand on the bend of his leg.

Li Che moved slightly, and she looked up at him.

Obviously, they still had a pair of watery eyes that looked good and harmless, but she stared at her so much. He thought that she was just like that, and he couldn't say a word.

Hugging Li Che on the bed, although a short distance away, Li Che could feel that holding his small body was shaking.

He was also busy propping up the bed with his hands, so as not to be caught by her and thrown to the ground.

When he got into bed, Yange went to lift the blanket that had been hanging on his lower body. Li Che immediately reached out and took hold of the blanket. He looked at her gaze, and he begged in ferocity.

Yan Song did not look up at him.

He pressed the blanket so hard that she could not see it, covered him with a quilt, and pulled the blanket out of the quilt.

At this moment, Li Che felt that he could not wait to find a hole in it.

"Huanhuan." He looked at the song, quietly, desperately. Generally, "My right leg is gone, and my long legs are gone. Now it is ugly and ugly. Do n’t look good or bad, I do n’t want you see."

He didn't want to see it himself.

The days of wanton running on the basketball court are gone.

The long legs that made the girls scream and envy were gone.

He had nothing, no legs, no dreams, nothing.

Being alive now is no different from being a dead person.