********************
He was silently staring at the X-rays until the nurse took them away and woke up like a dream. It was a vague thing to go to the ward to visit Yumen. When he walked to the door, he heard the young doctor just now talking to Yu: Don't be afraid, the United States is a society ruled by law. If you want, you can apply for an injunction to the court, prohibiting him from being within five meters of your body. I can testify for you.
Qingxiao was so amused that she coughed dryly. Yu looked at him timidly, buried her head and the doctor was a little disappointed, and did not give up persuasion: Think carefully, be brave, there is nothing to be afraid of. After saying that, he stared at Qingxiao fiercely, turned around and left
Qingxiao smiled bitterly, sat down beside Yu's bed and saw the other party wearing a thick plaster, but his face was paler than the plaster and his eyes were black, and his eyes looked unexpectedly bigger. At first glance, he looked like two huge torn wounds, staring blankly at his wound without blood, and of course there was no tears. He was just so empty, exuding a sense of death.
Under the gaze of those eyes, Qingxiao felt a chill on his back for no reason. The young man in front of him was like wild bacteria growing in dark and damp places, which was so different from the face in his memory that was full of energy and shining with sunlight fragments in his memory.
But it was not just Yu who changed? He still couldn't come back from the shock when he saw the X-ray. He looked at himself in the mirror. I'm afraid the person in the mirror would be distorted.
He and he lived in a corner abandoned by society, slowly weaving the warm spider web, which occupied himself and the other party's spider silks tightly wrapped around, eroding their bones and hearts little by little, and they were willing to fall, and at the cost of their flesh and soul, they exchanged for a little love and warmth and warmth.
After thinking about this, his heart was mixed with all kinds of feelings. Qingxiao stretched out his hand blankly, stroked the other person's shoulder and trembled violently. The slight touch made him come alive. His empty eyes suddenly became bright. He held Qingxiao's hand in his back hand, his lips trembled, and said: Sorry...
His tongue was bitten by himself, so it sounded a little blurry. Qingxiao didn't react for a while and said: What were you saying?
Yu said anxiously: Sorry, Qingxiao, I know I was wrong and I will never dare to do it again. Please forgive me...
He must have heard it wrong. Qingxiao subconsciously retreated for a moment, which immediately aroused the other party's strong reaction. His body tried his best to move over to keep Qingxiao. If it weren't for the left hand being fixed, I would be afraid that I would get out of bed and kneel at Qingxiao's feet: Sorry, I'm sorry, I will show my good performance in the future. You won't leave me, right? Qingxiao, will you forgive me?
Someone must have gone crazy, or the other party, or himself, or both of them were crazy Qingxiao stood up, staring at Yu, her throat was ringing randomly, and she couldn't say anything, she turned around and ran out of the door, and she heard Yu's screams coming from behind, and felt the surprised gaze of the doctors and nurses coming and going, and he accelerated his pace even more and more. He saw himself in Yu's timid eyes, a rough and arbitrary tyrant, he saw himself in the contemptuous eyes of outsiders, a stranger who could not tolerate the world
You have changed a lot, you were not like this before. Professor Eisenberg's words echoed in his ears. Qingxiao, now you are just two people from three years ago.
Yes, how can he remain unchanged if he changes?
He learned to die but never save him because he had to save his life to save his lover
He learned to advocate violence and sincerely believed that justice always stands on the side of power
He learned to use drugs to control others in exchange for the information he wanted
He learned to lie without changing his face because he needed to sign the transfer book...
In three years, he walked a completely different path from others. Because he needed to defeat the demon, he had to be more cruel and poisonous than the demon. However, after doing more, it became a habit. He soaked in the dye vat for too long, and the darkness had penetrated deeply into his flesh, and the disguise had become real.
Kiyoko, you have really changed a lot now, full of hostility and suspicion towards the outside world, and I think your protection for Asami Yu has reached a very extreme point. It seems that if others except you, they will hurt him. If you continue like this, you and him will be the only one in your life. This is definitely not a good thing for both of you.
How could he not doubt it? When he witnessed Yu being persecuted as a sex slave by his own brother, when he was plotted by his uncle and almost lost his life, when he had experienced so many betrayals and killings, how could he be the upright and innocent young man three years ago?
Xiaoyu, you have to believe that no one in this world loves you more than me... He repeated the oath of love over and over again, almost forcibly asking the other party to keep up with his own footsteps as soon as possible, just because that is the whole meaning of his life
But now, he realized that even he could not be able to do this, how could a person whose heart was shrouded in darkness, bring light to others?
I think your protection for Asami Yu has reached a very extreme point, and it seems that everyone else will hurt him except you.
He couldn't help but grin, wanting to laugh and cry. This might be his real idea, but sadly, the one who really hurt Yu was the one who thought he loved Yu the most.
He heard Yu's cry, and the other party was asking for help, but he couldn't stop because he didn't know what else he would do. He had never been so afraid of a person in his lifetime. This person was himself
Qingxiao ran out of the hospital in one breath, feeling her legs were weak, and she was trembling uncontrollably. Yu was still waiting for him, but he was too busy to take care of himself.
Because you don’t have enough ability, you are not a shame. It’s not a shame. You can solve it by working hard... Qingxiao, what you need to do now is to face up to your own abilities and limitations, cooperate with the doctor’s treatment, instead of forcing yourself to be the savior. Otherwise, don’t say that you can’t save him, you’re just afraid you will fall into it yourself.
Qingxiao took a deep breath. It was not too late. He still had someone to ask for help from the teacher. He was kind and wise. He treated him as a child and would help him and guide him. Therefore, all the mistakes could be corrected. As long as he could face his mistakes, he started from scratch.
He took a few deep breaths and slowly calmed down. Although his teeth were still trembling, he had found his heart to rely on him to take out his cell phone and dial the number: Professor, hello, I am Kiyoto Sanada...
********************
Thirty minutes later, Professor Eisenberg rushed to Qingxiao's residence and stepped into the gate. Qingxiao greeted him, knelt down on his knees, his eyes slightly red, and said: Professor, please, please help me and save him!
Although I knew the situation was serious, this sudden action still shocked Eisenberg and shouted: Child, what's wrong with you? Get up quickly! I always tell you what you mean by him, is Asami Yu?
Qing Xiaoxin felt relieved, nodded, and took the professor to the living room to look at the other person's concerned eyes. He almost wanted to shake it again, but this time it didn't work. He could no longer give himself a chance to take a deep breath. He tried hard to gather the courage, looked straight into the other person's eyes, and slowly said: Professor, I have some things that I have not told you that I have done many things, including drug production...
Eisenberg's expression suddenly freezes, his mouth opens ridiculously, like a puppet room, and is silent and deadly after a while. Eisenberg regains his mind, taps the table gently, and says indifferently: Let's continue
There was no expression on his face. Qingxiao had no idea what he was feeling, so he could only continue talking, including his confusion and confusion, and the desperate situation he was facing. From now on, he no longer wanted to deceive and deceive and condolence like before, face his weaknesses, admit his faults, and try to cleanse the black marks on his body. All the things he had done, whether it was good or bad, he had to bear the consequences. But Yu was innocent. Even if he had any retribution, Yu should have someone worthy of entrusting to him.
He talked for a long time, and finally stopped, looked helplessly at Professor Eisenberg, silent, staring at the coffee table, Qingxiao handed him a glass of water, but he refused indifferently
OK, I think I understand what you mean. Actually, before I came, I had already thought about the purpose of you looking for me, but I didn't expect that I would serve a sadist
He disgusted Qingxiao's explanation and said lightly: Your worries are right. Don't overestimate your self-control. If this situation continues, the situation may be worse.
He let out a sigh of relief and took out a note: This is the phone number of several psychologists I am familiar with. I have written their expertise and habits. You can contact them. Since Asami Yu has been hospitalized for fractures these days, you can check it casually. Listen to their suggestions. Should he be hospitalized for treatment or to see a doctor regularly? Just look at his adaptation. Remember, don't be too arrogant or too anxious. This is not good for recovery.
Qingxiao couldn't help but feel warm in her heart. After all, the other party forgave him. He took the note gratefully and said with a smile: Thank you, teacher
Eisenberg said coldly: No, this is the last thing I did for you from now on, please don’t call me teacher again
Speaking of this, he suddenly stood up, walked to Qingxiao, and slapped him firmly.
With a snap, it was crisp and loud. Qingxiao covered her face and looked at the always gentle and elegant teacher Eisenberg in shock. Her face turned pale, with obvious strong anger, and she snorted coldly, saying: Everyone is Qingxiao with a bottom line. What you do has far exceeded my bottom line. I can accept that you join the underworld in order to save your lover. After all, you have a background in the underworld, and it is expected to seek help from your family. However, I will never tolerate you using the knowledge I taught you to make drugs. You are aware of the dangers of drugs than anyone else!
Qingxiao took a step back and said in panic: Professor, listen to me...
Eisenberg raised his hand to stop it and said disgustingly: You have said enough. Why do you think my patience and tolerance are infinite? Join the underworld, make drugs, and now abuse your so-called lover Qingxiao. I regret knowing you. I regret that I can't fulfill the obligations that a citizen deserves to report you now. I don't want to stay here for a minute. Please let go.
Their eyes met in the air. This silent gaze made Qingxiao's eyes sting. He lowered his head and silently gave way. He heard the heavy sound of the door shut from behind him. His fingers spasmed and he clasped the note in his hand nervously. He was the only thing he had left.
He stood there in the local area, his mind was blank for a long time. The cup of water he poured for the professor was placed on the coffee table. The other party had never touched him. He thought about it and took it up and drank it in one breath, not planning to waste it.
The paper in his hand was a little curled by him. He carefully smoothed it, sat cross-legged, and copied it on the notebook he carried with him.
He copied so seriously and neatly, as if a devout believer was copying scriptures
When he was very young, his mother took him to copy the Bible on a summer afternoon
The kind and weak woman was unable to persuade her husband to escape from the underworld and could not get rid of the shackles of love, so she used this method to relieve her inner depression and sorrow.
Sometimes she would recite the scriptures loudly over and over again, as if she could find some kind of power to support her
I saw that everything I did under the sun was void and was caught by the wind
For some reason, the verse copied when he was young suddenly passed through his heart like an electric current. He almost jumped up in shock and looked around and realized that it was just an illusion.
He was stunned, exhaled, and continued to copy things. He had realized that his mother did this just to comfort himself. Not only did the scriptures not only fail to save his father, but even his mother himself died in the revenge of the world, but the copyings were different. He could find the most suitable psychologist based on these materials and treat Xiaoyu well. They would walk shoulder to shoulder in the sun. As long as he continued to work hard, he would never give up.
He thought this way, trying his best to calm his mind, and every letter was written meticulously
I also concentrate on wiseness, arrogance, and ignorance.I know this is also a catch
Because more wisdom is more worrying; more knowledge is more sad and sad; more sad
He couldn't write anymore, so he had to stop, closed his eyes, his mother's pale face, the white spire of the Harvard Memorial Church, the professor's loving smile, Simon's blue and faint eyes kept shaking in front of him
Through the dusty memory, he saw himself when he was young, copying scriptures with his mother's company, praying devoutly in the church, believing that God loves the world, believing that the light will surely overcome darkness, and believing that both hands can change the future
Since when did those once unwavering beliefs have been erased bit by bit?
...I observe everything I do and the success I have achieved through hard work.Who knows that it is all void and all wind catching, and it is useless under the sunlight
...The reason I hate life because I think everything I do under the sunlight is troubled.All are voids, all are wind catching
His hands were trembling, and he held the piece of paper hard, as if he was catching the only life-saving straw
Now he no longer believes in the Bible, but he still believes that if even the doctor cannot believe it, who can he believe?
It will definitely be useful, he must have confidence
Everything will be fine, they will have a future
He chanted it without realizing it, just like his mother would chant it loudly when she was upset when she was upset
But this did not make him feel better as if he had just woken up from a numb state. Now he began to feel the pain. The pain surged out from the depths of his suppressed heart. It was not sharp, but it could not stop his whole body and mind were immersed in this quiet and deep pain.
He put down the pen in his hand, fell on the coffee table, and cried quietly.
There is silence all around, and the people he loves and those he loves are not by his side
********************
I have checked the information. Mr. Edward is one of the most authoritative experts in this field. He has long stopped accepting patients. It is rare that he is willing to accept you. Qingxiao introduced him while helping Yu pack up his things, pretending not to see Yu's paler face. Anyway, you are also in the hospital. Why not just move to him to see if he can adapt to his help? I think you will make progress faster.
The corner of his clothes was held, and he sighed in his heart, turned around and smiled: What?
Yu looked at him with a desperate look on his face: Even if I beg you like this, do you still want to leave me?
His heart trembled and he smiled bitterly: Xiaoyu, I think it's better for you to receive professional treatment. I... I'm afraid I will hurt you
He paused and sighed: I really don't want this incident to happen again... I'm sorry
But Yu still didn't let go, and he had an unprecedented stubbornness in his eyes: I don't want to hear you say sorry, I just want to be with you
He was silently staring at the X-rays until the nurse took them away and woke up like a dream. It was a vague thing to go to the ward to visit Yumen. When he walked to the door, he heard the young doctor just now talking to Yu: Don't be afraid, the United States is a society ruled by law. If you want, you can apply for an injunction to the court, prohibiting him from being within five meters of your body. I can testify for you.
Qingxiao was so amused that she coughed dryly. Yu looked at him timidly, buried her head and the doctor was a little disappointed, and did not give up persuasion: Think carefully, be brave, there is nothing to be afraid of. After saying that, he stared at Qingxiao fiercely, turned around and left
Qingxiao smiled bitterly, sat down beside Yu's bed and saw the other party wearing a thick plaster, but his face was paler than the plaster and his eyes were black, and his eyes looked unexpectedly bigger. At first glance, he looked like two huge torn wounds, staring blankly at his wound without blood, and of course there was no tears. He was just so empty, exuding a sense of death.
Under the gaze of those eyes, Qingxiao felt a chill on his back for no reason. The young man in front of him was like wild bacteria growing in dark and damp places, which was so different from the face in his memory that was full of energy and shining with sunlight fragments in his memory.
But it was not just Yu who changed? He still couldn't come back from the shock when he saw the X-ray. He looked at himself in the mirror. I'm afraid the person in the mirror would be distorted.
He and he lived in a corner abandoned by society, slowly weaving the warm spider web, which occupied himself and the other party's spider silks tightly wrapped around, eroding their bones and hearts little by little, and they were willing to fall, and at the cost of their flesh and soul, they exchanged for a little love and warmth and warmth.
After thinking about this, his heart was mixed with all kinds of feelings. Qingxiao stretched out his hand blankly, stroked the other person's shoulder and trembled violently. The slight touch made him come alive. His empty eyes suddenly became bright. He held Qingxiao's hand in his back hand, his lips trembled, and said: Sorry...
His tongue was bitten by himself, so it sounded a little blurry. Qingxiao didn't react for a while and said: What were you saying?
Yu said anxiously: Sorry, Qingxiao, I know I was wrong and I will never dare to do it again. Please forgive me...
He must have heard it wrong. Qingxiao subconsciously retreated for a moment, which immediately aroused the other party's strong reaction. His body tried his best to move over to keep Qingxiao. If it weren't for the left hand being fixed, I would be afraid that I would get out of bed and kneel at Qingxiao's feet: Sorry, I'm sorry, I will show my good performance in the future. You won't leave me, right? Qingxiao, will you forgive me?
Someone must have gone crazy, or the other party, or himself, or both of them were crazy Qingxiao stood up, staring at Yu, her throat was ringing randomly, and she couldn't say anything, she turned around and ran out of the door, and she heard Yu's screams coming from behind, and felt the surprised gaze of the doctors and nurses coming and going, and he accelerated his pace even more and more. He saw himself in Yu's timid eyes, a rough and arbitrary tyrant, he saw himself in the contemptuous eyes of outsiders, a stranger who could not tolerate the world
You have changed a lot, you were not like this before. Professor Eisenberg's words echoed in his ears. Qingxiao, now you are just two people from three years ago.
Yes, how can he remain unchanged if he changes?
He learned to die but never save him because he had to save his life to save his lover
He learned to advocate violence and sincerely believed that justice always stands on the side of power
He learned to use drugs to control others in exchange for the information he wanted
He learned to lie without changing his face because he needed to sign the transfer book...
In three years, he walked a completely different path from others. Because he needed to defeat the demon, he had to be more cruel and poisonous than the demon. However, after doing more, it became a habit. He soaked in the dye vat for too long, and the darkness had penetrated deeply into his flesh, and the disguise had become real.
Kiyoko, you have really changed a lot now, full of hostility and suspicion towards the outside world, and I think your protection for Asami Yu has reached a very extreme point. It seems that if others except you, they will hurt him. If you continue like this, you and him will be the only one in your life. This is definitely not a good thing for both of you.
How could he not doubt it? When he witnessed Yu being persecuted as a sex slave by his own brother, when he was plotted by his uncle and almost lost his life, when he had experienced so many betrayals and killings, how could he be the upright and innocent young man three years ago?
Xiaoyu, you have to believe that no one in this world loves you more than me... He repeated the oath of love over and over again, almost forcibly asking the other party to keep up with his own footsteps as soon as possible, just because that is the whole meaning of his life
But now, he realized that even he could not be able to do this, how could a person whose heart was shrouded in darkness, bring light to others?
I think your protection for Asami Yu has reached a very extreme point, and it seems that everyone else will hurt him except you.
He couldn't help but grin, wanting to laugh and cry. This might be his real idea, but sadly, the one who really hurt Yu was the one who thought he loved Yu the most.
He heard Yu's cry, and the other party was asking for help, but he couldn't stop because he didn't know what else he would do. He had never been so afraid of a person in his lifetime. This person was himself
Qingxiao ran out of the hospital in one breath, feeling her legs were weak, and she was trembling uncontrollably. Yu was still waiting for him, but he was too busy to take care of himself.
Because you don’t have enough ability, you are not a shame. It’s not a shame. You can solve it by working hard... Qingxiao, what you need to do now is to face up to your own abilities and limitations, cooperate with the doctor’s treatment, instead of forcing yourself to be the savior. Otherwise, don’t say that you can’t save him, you’re just afraid you will fall into it yourself.
Qingxiao took a deep breath. It was not too late. He still had someone to ask for help from the teacher. He was kind and wise. He treated him as a child and would help him and guide him. Therefore, all the mistakes could be corrected. As long as he could face his mistakes, he started from scratch.
He took a few deep breaths and slowly calmed down. Although his teeth were still trembling, he had found his heart to rely on him to take out his cell phone and dial the number: Professor, hello, I am Kiyoto Sanada...
********************
Thirty minutes later, Professor Eisenberg rushed to Qingxiao's residence and stepped into the gate. Qingxiao greeted him, knelt down on his knees, his eyes slightly red, and said: Professor, please, please help me and save him!
Although I knew the situation was serious, this sudden action still shocked Eisenberg and shouted: Child, what's wrong with you? Get up quickly! I always tell you what you mean by him, is Asami Yu?
Qing Xiaoxin felt relieved, nodded, and took the professor to the living room to look at the other person's concerned eyes. He almost wanted to shake it again, but this time it didn't work. He could no longer give himself a chance to take a deep breath. He tried hard to gather the courage, looked straight into the other person's eyes, and slowly said: Professor, I have some things that I have not told you that I have done many things, including drug production...
Eisenberg's expression suddenly freezes, his mouth opens ridiculously, like a puppet room, and is silent and deadly after a while. Eisenberg regains his mind, taps the table gently, and says indifferently: Let's continue
There was no expression on his face. Qingxiao had no idea what he was feeling, so he could only continue talking, including his confusion and confusion, and the desperate situation he was facing. From now on, he no longer wanted to deceive and deceive and condolence like before, face his weaknesses, admit his faults, and try to cleanse the black marks on his body. All the things he had done, whether it was good or bad, he had to bear the consequences. But Yu was innocent. Even if he had any retribution, Yu should have someone worthy of entrusting to him.
He talked for a long time, and finally stopped, looked helplessly at Professor Eisenberg, silent, staring at the coffee table, Qingxiao handed him a glass of water, but he refused indifferently
OK, I think I understand what you mean. Actually, before I came, I had already thought about the purpose of you looking for me, but I didn't expect that I would serve a sadist
He disgusted Qingxiao's explanation and said lightly: Your worries are right. Don't overestimate your self-control. If this situation continues, the situation may be worse.
He let out a sigh of relief and took out a note: This is the phone number of several psychologists I am familiar with. I have written their expertise and habits. You can contact them. Since Asami Yu has been hospitalized for fractures these days, you can check it casually. Listen to their suggestions. Should he be hospitalized for treatment or to see a doctor regularly? Just look at his adaptation. Remember, don't be too arrogant or too anxious. This is not good for recovery.
Qingxiao couldn't help but feel warm in her heart. After all, the other party forgave him. He took the note gratefully and said with a smile: Thank you, teacher
Eisenberg said coldly: No, this is the last thing I did for you from now on, please don’t call me teacher again
Speaking of this, he suddenly stood up, walked to Qingxiao, and slapped him firmly.
With a snap, it was crisp and loud. Qingxiao covered her face and looked at the always gentle and elegant teacher Eisenberg in shock. Her face turned pale, with obvious strong anger, and she snorted coldly, saying: Everyone is Qingxiao with a bottom line. What you do has far exceeded my bottom line. I can accept that you join the underworld in order to save your lover. After all, you have a background in the underworld, and it is expected to seek help from your family. However, I will never tolerate you using the knowledge I taught you to make drugs. You are aware of the dangers of drugs than anyone else!
Qingxiao took a step back and said in panic: Professor, listen to me...
Eisenberg raised his hand to stop it and said disgustingly: You have said enough. Why do you think my patience and tolerance are infinite? Join the underworld, make drugs, and now abuse your so-called lover Qingxiao. I regret knowing you. I regret that I can't fulfill the obligations that a citizen deserves to report you now. I don't want to stay here for a minute. Please let go.
Their eyes met in the air. This silent gaze made Qingxiao's eyes sting. He lowered his head and silently gave way. He heard the heavy sound of the door shut from behind him. His fingers spasmed and he clasped the note in his hand nervously. He was the only thing he had left.
He stood there in the local area, his mind was blank for a long time. The cup of water he poured for the professor was placed on the coffee table. The other party had never touched him. He thought about it and took it up and drank it in one breath, not planning to waste it.
The paper in his hand was a little curled by him. He carefully smoothed it, sat cross-legged, and copied it on the notebook he carried with him.
He copied so seriously and neatly, as if a devout believer was copying scriptures
When he was very young, his mother took him to copy the Bible on a summer afternoon
The kind and weak woman was unable to persuade her husband to escape from the underworld and could not get rid of the shackles of love, so she used this method to relieve her inner depression and sorrow.
Sometimes she would recite the scriptures loudly over and over again, as if she could find some kind of power to support her
I saw that everything I did under the sun was void and was caught by the wind
For some reason, the verse copied when he was young suddenly passed through his heart like an electric current. He almost jumped up in shock and looked around and realized that it was just an illusion.
He was stunned, exhaled, and continued to copy things. He had realized that his mother did this just to comfort himself. Not only did the scriptures not only fail to save his father, but even his mother himself died in the revenge of the world, but the copyings were different. He could find the most suitable psychologist based on these materials and treat Xiaoyu well. They would walk shoulder to shoulder in the sun. As long as he continued to work hard, he would never give up.
He thought this way, trying his best to calm his mind, and every letter was written meticulously
I also concentrate on wiseness, arrogance, and ignorance.I know this is also a catch
Because more wisdom is more worrying; more knowledge is more sad and sad; more sad
He couldn't write anymore, so he had to stop, closed his eyes, his mother's pale face, the white spire of the Harvard Memorial Church, the professor's loving smile, Simon's blue and faint eyes kept shaking in front of him
Through the dusty memory, he saw himself when he was young, copying scriptures with his mother's company, praying devoutly in the church, believing that God loves the world, believing that the light will surely overcome darkness, and believing that both hands can change the future
Since when did those once unwavering beliefs have been erased bit by bit?
...I observe everything I do and the success I have achieved through hard work.Who knows that it is all void and all wind catching, and it is useless under the sunlight
...The reason I hate life because I think everything I do under the sunlight is troubled.All are voids, all are wind catching
His hands were trembling, and he held the piece of paper hard, as if he was catching the only life-saving straw
Now he no longer believes in the Bible, but he still believes that if even the doctor cannot believe it, who can he believe?
It will definitely be useful, he must have confidence
Everything will be fine, they will have a future
He chanted it without realizing it, just like his mother would chant it loudly when she was upset when she was upset
But this did not make him feel better as if he had just woken up from a numb state. Now he began to feel the pain. The pain surged out from the depths of his suppressed heart. It was not sharp, but it could not stop his whole body and mind were immersed in this quiet and deep pain.
He put down the pen in his hand, fell on the coffee table, and cried quietly.
There is silence all around, and the people he loves and those he loves are not by his side
********************
I have checked the information. Mr. Edward is one of the most authoritative experts in this field. He has long stopped accepting patients. It is rare that he is willing to accept you. Qingxiao introduced him while helping Yu pack up his things, pretending not to see Yu's paler face. Anyway, you are also in the hospital. Why not just move to him to see if he can adapt to his help? I think you will make progress faster.
The corner of his clothes was held, and he sighed in his heart, turned around and smiled: What?
Yu looked at him with a desperate look on his face: Even if I beg you like this, do you still want to leave me?
His heart trembled and he smiled bitterly: Xiaoyu, I think it's better for you to receive professional treatment. I... I'm afraid I will hurt you
He paused and sighed: I really don't want this incident to happen again... I'm sorry
But Yu still didn't let go, and he had an unprecedented stubbornness in his eyes: I don't want to hear you say sorry, I just want to be with you
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