Where are you…

I can't find you...

Come and see me…

Looks like...missing something...

, seems a little pale.

"Song Nanqiao"

The girl said the name silently...

She raised her hand and stroked her heart.

"It hurts..."

"It really hurts..."

Has Song Nanqiao left him...

Wen Wenyao instinctively avoided this question, but she remembered it unconsciously. Whenever she thought deeply, she would cry.

She can't afford the price...

This kind of despair from the heart, no one can understand. Now she seems to be a fry that has lost her desire to survive.

Without Song Nanqiao, why should I live?

She doesn't want to stay in a world without Song Nanqiao...

Wen Wenyao looked at the window subconsciously.

Suddenly, she seemed to see the shadow of Song Nanqiao, the knight guarding her, who seemed to be sitting by the window, peeling fruit for her, and smiled at her slightly, as if Sunshine after rain.

Wen Wenyao's heart immediately caused an uproar, with a crying voice, she panicked and walked barefoot to the window, only to find that there was nothing there.

The gentle figure who smiled at her just now has disappeared, everything is just her own fantasy...

I imagined that Song Nanqiao was still by my side, I imagined that Song Nanqiao was taking care of myself, I imagined that the two of them were still together.

But all this is fake after all, Song Nanqiao is not by her side.

Desperately fell on the bed, letting the tears run down her pale cheeks.

"I can't find you...where are you..."

"If you don't come to me, I'll... come and see you."

As if thinking of something, Wen Wenyao suddenly got up from the bed.

The last time I saw Song Nanqiao was in the villa full of fire, but this did not mean...Song Nanqiao would definitely die...Maybe, he was in the same hospital with himself, or already Safe to go elsewhere.

In an instant, it seems that some new hope has been ignited.

Being too late to think about it, Wen Wenyao stepped on his slippers and wanted to go out to look for Song Nanqiao's trace.

When she just opened the door, a man in a suit appeared in front of her with some fruit.

"Hello, Miss Wen, my name is Liu Xuwen, a friend of Song Nanqiao."

"Where is Song Nanqiao?!"

Wen Wenyao grabbed Liu Xuwen's shoulder tightly and asked anxiously.

Liu Xuwen lowered her head to meet Wen Wenyao's gaze, the girl in front of her was full of worry and fear.

Song Nanqiao…

What should your girl do...

Liu Xuwen's eyes darkened, and then she said, "Let's go in and talk about it. I'm here this time to tell you about Song Nanqiao."

Wen Wenyao hurriedly pushed a step away and let Liu Xuwen enter the ward.

After the two sat down, they fell silent for a while.

"Can you tell me..." Wen Wenyao asked cautiously, as if she was expecting a good answer, as long as Song Nanqiao was fine, she was willing to pay any price.

"Hmmm..."

"Song Nanqiao...she should have lost her life. We didn't find the body at the scene of the incident. In order to cover up this incident, all the remains were cremated by the military."

Liu Xuwen bowed her head in shame, this kind of thing... what is there to say, a friend, and in the end, not even a complete set of remains was left.

Wen Wenyao didn't speak, instead, his body was shaking constantly, and there was a deep and depressed whimper.

"Song Nanqiao's relic, I sent someone to the villa where she used to live."

Wen Wenyao finally said a complete sentence.

"How did I get here?"

She remembered that the last time she saw Song Nanqiao, something supernatural seemed to happen to her.

"As soon as I got off the plane, I received a message that you were in the hospital. I don't know exactly who brought you here."

"Oh, by the way, your things are still in the hotel. I have negotiated with the hotel staff. The room you and Song Nanqiao stayed in has not been touched. Before this weekend, you can Go back to the hotel, and if you want to go back to China, I can also help."

After all, Song Nanqiao helped her so much with her friends. Now Wen Wenyao is lonely. For Song Nanqiao's sake, Liu Xuwen is also willing to help her.

"Thank you, go out first, I want to rest..."

"Okay, please condolences." Liu Xuwen bowed to her, and then left without looking back.

…

In the room, Wen Wenyao was left alone.

The words Liu Xuwen said just now completely knocked down her last line of defense, but she was still looking forward to Song Nanqiao's return to her side.

Looking at the gray and white ceiling, Wen Wenyao thought of many, many more.

For example, what is going on right now, my father is still there, if not, what should the Wen family's enterprises do...or, what should I do myself.

But these questions, she only thought about them for more than ten seconds, and then transferred to Song Nanqiao.

Yeah…

Whatever...

None of them are as important as Song Nanqiao.

Song Nanqiao is the driving force for her to live, maybe she can give up everything, but she can't live without Song Nanqiao.

Absolutely not.

Without Song Nanqiao, she would die.

She wants to see Song Nanqiao.

Think now.

A ridiculous thought burst out of Wen Wenyao's mind.

If she leaves with Song Nanqiao, will she be able to see Song Nanqiao?

Although there may not be ghosts and gods in this world, what if you can see them?

Thinking of this, Wen Wenyao changed into the white shirt hanging by the bed, opened the door of the room, and walked downstairs to the hospital.

With weak and pale cheeks, the pedestrians on the road couldn't help but stop and watch. They all wanted to pay attention to the little princess in front of them, but they were all avoided without a trace.

The girl walked to the door of the hotel, and the lady at the front desk saw it, showing a bit of surprise.

I hurried up, looked at Wen Wenyao with a worried look, and said to her, "Miss, please cheer up."

"Thank you for your concern."

Wen Wenyao nodded slightly and walked towards Song Nanqiao's room.

The moment I opened the door of the room.

A familiar feeling came into Wen Wenyao's mind. There were books that Song Nanqiao liked to read on the desk, Song Nanqiao's coat on the chair, and the quilt was neatly folded by Song Nanqiao , but there are still faint traces on the sheets.

Everything was the way they were together that day.

No changes.

She picked up Song Nanqiao's coat, held it in her arms, took a deep breath, and there was still her smell on the coat.

The taste that made her intoxicated.

At this moment, she seems to be indulging in Song Nanqiao's gentle world again, and she is reluctant to leave for a long time.

Wen Wenyao put his coat over himself, and fell onto Song Nanqiao's bedsheets, greedily absorbing everything Song Nanqiao left behind.

It would be great if time could go back. If I could go back to that time, Wen Wenyao would abandon everything he had, take Song Nanqiao out of here, and take her to live in a third-tier city, It's okay, whatever.

"I know I was wrong..."

"Can you give her back to me."

As if speaking for the gods, Wen Wenyao said in a deep voice, but his tone was unprecedented sincerity.

After a long time

No one responded.

Wen Wenyao thought for a while, that's right, there is no **** in this world, and no one can return her Song Nanqiao.

The only thing I can do is go see her myself.

Wen Wenyao stood up slowly and walked over to the cabinet. He remembered that there seemed to be a fruit knife here.

Opening the cabinet, looking closer, it is really here, Wen Wenyao picked up the fruit knife without hesitation, and walked into the bathroom.

The sheets were used by Song Nanqiao. Except for the things in the bathroom, almost everything else in this room was touched by Song Nanqiao. She didn't want the things Song Nanqiao left to be stained with dirty blood.

So she chose the bathroom…

The shower was turned on, the cold water dripped on her hair and wet her body, the transparent white shirt could not cover the girl's weak body, it was too cold...Wen Wenyao Trembling for a while, then picked up the fruit knife next to him.

As if feeling no pain, Wen Wenyao slashed across the aorta, the fragile skin could not withstand the piercing of the blade, and soon, a **** trace appeared in front of him, followed by What emerged was bright red blood.

A strange color on white skin.

Slowly, blood rushed to the white tiles, Wen Wenyao felt a little dizzy, so he slowly leaned against the wall and closed his eyes.

Feeling that the power of his body was being taken away bit by bit, Wen Wenyao's brain began to be chaotic.

In addition to the wrist

Except for the traces of pain, Wen Wenyao didn't feel any other pain, compared to losing Song Nanqiao, what were these.

Even if he was cut by a thousand knives, it wouldn't compare to the pain of losing Song Nanqiao. Wen Wenyao didn't dare to experience the feeling of being ripped out of his heart.

Soon...

I will come to see you soon, you are good, wait for me patiently, I will do it as soon as possible...I won't make you wait for a long time.

Wait for me

I'll see you soon...

The author has something to say: the first three chapters should be from Xiao Wen’s perspective

 

Thanks to the little angel who threw the rocket launcher: 1 spicy pear in total;

Thanks to the little angel who threw the mine: Mu Zhu, Xing Luotong, Chi Yu, Yu and only 1;

Thanks to the little angel who irrigated the nutrient solution: 23 bottles of mastiff bag king; 20 bottles of koi; 13 bottles of nostalgia; 10 bottles of Reimu; Qingfeng Xulai, Yongzi's wife 5 bottles; ah ah ah, Xi Huan Chun Chun 1 bottle;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!