Chapter 1248 (1/1)

From that day on, Luo Xiaobei came to the hospital early in the morning to chat and talk with Li minhao, and didn't leave until it was dark.

On the first day, she brought many birthday gifts from home that he gave her as a child. At that time, she regarded these gifts as the most important treasures and put them in a pink storage box. Although she didn't come with him later, the original time was still a beautiful memory.

”Minhao, do you remember? This is the first gift you gave me.” She put the butterfly hairpin in the palm of her hand, ”my birthday gift when I was three years old...”

Then she put every birthday present in front of the hospital bed, one by one, recalling the scene at that time.

But Li minhao didn't respond at all. His long eyelashes were still drooping, covering some of his blackened eye sockets.

Luo Xiaomei was very sad. She sat quietly in front of the hospital bed for a long time, looking at his two skinny hands and weeping silently.

When she got home that night, she tossed and turned and didn't fall asleep. At night, she suddenly had a dream that she and Li minhao often sat in the purple bamboo forest and read fairy tale books back to back.

At that time, her favorite was the little prince. She looked over and over several times, but she didn't think she could see enough. Finally, every day she closed her eyes and leaned on Li minhao's back, listening to him recite the most beautiful sentences for her in a clear voice.

In the end, Li minhao has done it backwards. He can recite the contents of the whole book even without reading.

She jumped out of bed barefoot and rummaged in the cold moonlight looking for the original fairy tale. Finally, at the moment of dawn, she found the faded little prince on the bottom floor of the bookcase.

The edges of the pages have been slightly rolled up, and several pages inside have creases - this is a book full of memories.

Later, she sat at the head of the bed and turned over the book until the sun rose in mid air and she couldn't sleep anymore.

After a simple wash, she took the book and walked out of the door. Perhaps, when minhao hears this story again, he will think of those beautiful times and have an attachment to the world.

In the early morning fog, she saw a figure that made her heartache standing in the pavilion in the central garden, quietly looking at herself.

His eyes were entangled with hers through the heavy mist

Luo Xiaomei's disordered heart began to hurt again. She looked at him for a long time. Her eyes seemed to have roots and couldn't move away.

I don't know how long it took, the mist gradually dispersed, and the sun shone into the pavilion, making his original vague outline gradually clear. Luo xiaoberry finally saw the deep sadness in the bottom of his eyes.

”Ke Jingheng... You...” she didn't know what she should say. What she was more afraid of was that she couldn't hold back and threw herself into his arms again.

She is now a sinner and she is not entitled to happiness. So no matter how much she likes it, she can't be with him, let alone implicate him in being accused by thousands of people.

Just as she was about to leave, Ke Jingheng's body moved quickly and came in front of her in the twinkling of an eye.