Chapter 428 He in the Dream Is Back (8)

The car hit the main road and quickly disappeared.

There was a figure not far away, walking out from behind the street lamp.

Because he walked from darkness to light, Su Zhinian's handsome and dazzling face gradually became clear from blur.

He was not in a hurry to leave, but stood under the streetlight with a cold look, staring at the direction the car was leaving, lost in thought.

The sky was slanting with raindrops again, thin and continuous, like soft silk wadding.

It wasn't raining heavily, but as he stood so silently until the end, his black hair still became a little damp.

He never meant to leave, he just put one hand in his trouser pocket and stood still, staring at the empty street without blinking, squandering the good time willfully.

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and the aura around him was clean, cool and elegant. Under the overcast sky, there seemed to be a touch of sadness.

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

There were water droplets flowing down his hair and along his perfectly contoured profile.

He seemed completely unaware of how sexy and stunning he was at this moment, but his eyes were immersed in his own world.

How he woke up, he didn't know.

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

Later, the secretary told him that when he was in Beijing, his condition was very bad. He was in a coma for more than half a month. He invited countless experts and foreign medical teams to come over, but nothing could be done.

In the end, I really had no choice but to hold on to the last glimmer of hope. Accompanied by Dr. Xia, I went all the way to Yunnan to visit an old Chinese medicine doctor. Under his care, I slowly showed signs of improvement.

During those days in Yunnan, he was accompanied by medical treatment and medicine almost every day. He had endless examinations, endless injections, and endless medicines...

And...I miss her endlessly.

He really didn't expect that on his first day back in Beijing, he would have a dramatic "intimate contact" with her on a crowded road.

The encounter came so unexpectedly.

The moment he looked at her, he had already held her tightly in his arms, telling her how much he had missed and worried about her during this period of time.

But he could only silently act out those tender feelings for himself.

All he could give her was indifference and indifference.

A trace of sadness flashed through his clear and deep eyes, and his eyes became a little blurry. The hands in his pockets were clenched into fists, trying hard to suppress the overwhelming pain in his heart.

From the very beginning, when he signed the 100-day contract with her, even if there hadn't been that accident and he hadn't risked his life to save her, he would have been ready to completely take over her life as soon as March 10th came. Make a clean retreat from the world.

She was the most luxurious and unattainable dream in his life.

In fact, when the knife stabbed into his belly, he really had a little hope that it would be fine if he just left like that.

When you wake up like that, you won't feel the pain because you miss her but can't see her; you won't feel the pain because you have to be indifferent when you meet her; you won't feel the pain because you love her but can't love her...

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