The car was on the main road and soon disappeared.

There was a figure not far away and came out from behind the street lamp.

Because walking from the dark to the bright, Su Zhinian's dazzling face gradually changed from blurry to clear.

He didn't leave in a hurry, but stood under the street light coldly, staring at the direction of the car's departure, and got angry.

The sky was slanting again with rain silk, thin and soft, just like soft silk.

The rain was not heavy, but he stood silently so quietly at the end that the dark hair was still a little damp.

He never meant to leave, so he put his hands in his trouser pockets and remained quiet, staring at the empty street without blinking his eyes, and arbitrarily squandering a good time.

The rain was getting bigger and bigger, his temperament revealed throughout his body, clean, cold and elegant. Under the rendering of the cloudy day, it seemed to be filled with a touch of sadness.

His white shirt was wet, turned translucent, and stuck to his collarbone.

There are drops of water running down his hair, along the perfect side of his line, one by one flowing down.

He didn't seem to be aware of himself at this time. He was so **** and terrible. He just immersed himself in his world.

How did he wake up, he did not know.

When others are conscious, they are already in Yunnan, where the seasons are like spring.

Later, the secretary told him that he was in a terrible situation when he was in Beijing. He had been in a coma for more than half a month. He invited countless experts and foreign medical teams to come over, and he was helpless.

In the end, there was really nowhere else to go, holding the last line of hope. With Dr. Xia's personal accompany, he went to Yunnan to visit an old Chinese medicine doctor, and then under his care, he slowly showed signs of improvement.

During those days in Yunnan, he was accompanied by medical treatment and medicine almost every day, doing endless examinations, endless hanging needles, and endless medicine...

And... miss her endlessly.

He really did not expect that on the first day of his return to Beijing, he came to a dramatic "intimate contact" with her on the crowded road.

The meeting came so suddenly.

The moment he was looking at her, he had already embraced her tightly in his heart at the bottom of his heart, telling him of his concerns and worries about her since this time.

But for those tender feelings that have gone back and forth for a thousand times, he can only silently show himself.

All he can give her is coldness and indifference.

His clear and deep eyes, a flash of grievance flashed by, his eyes became a little confused, his hands in his pockets clenched into fists, trying hard to suppress the pain in his heart.

From the very beginning, when he signed the 100-day contract with her, even if there was no accident, and he did not save his life to save her, he did well on March 10th, and completely followed her. A clean plan in the world.

She is the most luxurious and unavailable dream of his life.

In fact, when the knife stabbed into his belly, he really had a little bit of expectation.

Waking up like that, you won't hurt because you miss her but you can't see her; you won't hurt because you have to be indifferent when you meet her; you won't hurt because you can't love her when you love her...

Those hundred days were the most selfish and most gorgeous dreams he gave himself in his life.