Chapter 2316
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Gong Heng is willing to trade her life for her, but she is not willing to stay for them for a second.
From the beginning, it was doomed.
He doesn't know how Gong Heng spent the past eight years, but he knows how he came.
- the whole person was split into two parts, half of them were left half a year ago, and the other half became a normal person, living a normal life step by step.
Until he saw Tang Qing again, at that moment, he felt the squeezing feeling in his heart. It was the feeling that the abnormal life squeezed out the normal life.
He still couldn't extricate himself from the feelings of his youth.
That's wrong, but there's no way to stop it.
Xia jingnian closed his eyes and took a deep breath. When he opened his eyes, the gloomy light in his eyes could not be found.
*
in the bedroom, the windows are open.
Gong Heng leaned on the head of the bed and smoked carelessly.
His dark eyes were obscure and penetrating into the void, and his face showed a look of thinking.
I don't know how long after, the cigarette butt burned to the tip of his finger, he woke up from meditation, his fingers trembled slightly, the rustling ash fell to the skin, with a bit of burning temperature.
He sat up from the bed, got up, opened the wardrobe and took out a small safe inside.
With his cigarette in his mouth, he sat on the bed, carefully checking the password until the door of the safe opened with a click.
He hesitated for a moment and took a gentle breath before taking out the contents.
It was a vacuum packed plastic bag. Inside the bag, there was a piece of white cloth. It seemed that it was carelessly torn from some clothes. If it was not put in the safe by the owner, it would be too ordinary.
Gong Heng put the cigarette in the dustbin, then whisked the ash from his hand. Then he opened the plastic bag and took out the soft cloth strip inside and put it in his palm.
For the first time in eight years, he took out the cloth and held it in his hand.
During his whole treatment career, when he was in the sterile ward, when there were no people or ghosts, he relied on this piece of cloth.
If Tang Qing had known, he would have regretted not having taken this piece of cloth.
Gong Heng thought of this, raised his lips and silently laughed. His fingers touched it, as if touching the desperate and helpless night eight years ago. She fell into the sea in front of his eyes, and he could almost hold on to her.
Countless times in the dream, he had grasped her hand, and when he woke up, he was lying in the sterile ward of the hospital, clearly aware that she was dead.
He was ready to hate her heartlessness.
There was no chance left for him, so he died in front of him, and he had no right to fantasize.
It's easier to hate someone than to admit to love them.
People can casually say that I hate you, but it is difficult to say "I love you".
Gong Heng leaned on the bed and looked at the cloth which had been with him for eight years. He had been relying on it for a long time, which was the only thing left on her.
He looked at it quietly for a moment, then pushed the tape back into the safe, but this time it was not vacuum preserved.
Its owner is back, and he doesn't need to see and think about people.
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Gong Heng is willing to trade her life for her, but she is not willing to stay for them for a second.
From the beginning, it was doomed.
He doesn't know how Gong Heng spent the past eight years, but he knows how he came.
- the whole person was split into two parts, half of them were left half a year ago, and the other half became a normal person, living a normal life step by step.
Until he saw Tang Qing again, at that moment, he felt the squeezing feeling in his heart. It was the feeling that the abnormal life squeezed out the normal life.
He still couldn't extricate himself from the feelings of his youth.
That's wrong, but there's no way to stop it.
Xia jingnian closed his eyes and took a deep breath. When he opened his eyes, the gloomy light in his eyes could not be found.
*
in the bedroom, the windows are open.
Gong Heng leaned on the head of the bed and smoked carelessly.
His dark eyes were obscure and penetrating into the void, and his face showed a look of thinking.
I don't know how long after, the cigarette butt burned to the tip of his finger, he woke up from meditation, his fingers trembled slightly, the rustling ash fell to the skin, with a bit of burning temperature.
He sat up from the bed, got up, opened the wardrobe and took out a small safe inside.
With his cigarette in his mouth, he sat on the bed, carefully checking the password until the door of the safe opened with a click.
He hesitated for a moment and took a gentle breath before taking out the contents.
It was a vacuum packed plastic bag. Inside the bag, there was a piece of white cloth. It seemed that it was carelessly torn from some clothes. If it was not put in the safe by the owner, it would be too ordinary.
Gong Heng put the cigarette in the dustbin, then whisked the ash from his hand. Then he opened the plastic bag and took out the soft cloth strip inside and put it in his palm.
For the first time in eight years, he took out the cloth and held it in his hand.
During his whole treatment career, when he was in the sterile ward, when there were no people or ghosts, he relied on this piece of cloth.
If Tang Qing had known, he would have regretted not having taken this piece of cloth.
Gong Heng thought of this, raised his lips and silently laughed. His fingers touched it, as if touching the desperate and helpless night eight years ago. She fell into the sea in front of his eyes, and he could almost hold on to her.
Countless times in the dream, he had grasped her hand, and when he woke up, he was lying in the sterile ward of the hospital, clearly aware that she was dead.
He was ready to hate her heartlessness.
There was no chance left for him, so he died in front of him, and he had no right to fantasize.
It's easier to hate someone than to admit to love them.
People can casually say that I hate you, but it is difficult to say "I love you".
Gong Heng leaned on the bed and looked at the cloth which had been with him for eight years. He had been relying on it for a long time, which was the only thing left on her.
He looked at it quietly for a moment, then pushed the tape back into the safe, but this time it was not vacuum preserved.
Its owner is back, and he doesn't need to see and think about people.
Gong Heng is willing to trade her life for her, but she is not willing to stay for them for a second. From the beginning, it was doomed. He doesn't know how Gong Heng spent the past eight years, but he knows how he came. - the whole person was split into two parts, half of them were left half a year ago, and the other half became a normal person, living a normal life step by step. Until he saw Tang Qing again, at that moment, he felt the squeezing feeling in his heart. It was the feeling that the abnormal life squeezed out the normal life. He still couldn't extricate himself from the feelings of his youth. That's wrong, but there's no way to stop it. Xia jingnian closed his eyes and took a deep breath. When he opened his eyes, the gloomy light in his eyes could not be found. *in the bedroom, the windows are open. Gong Heng leaned on the head of the bed and smoked carelessly. His dark eyes were obscure and penetrating into the void, and his face showed a look of thinking. I don't know how long after, the cigarette butt burned to the tip of his finger, he woke up from meditation, his fingers trembled slightly, the rustling ash fell to the skin, with a bit of burning temperature. He sat up from the bed, got up, opened the wardrobe and took out a small safe inside. With his cigarette in his mouth, he sat on the bed, carefully checking the password until the door of the safe opened with a click. He hesitated for a moment and took a gentle breath before taking out the contents. It was a vacuum packed plastic bag. Inside the bag, there was a piece of white cloth. It seemed that it was carelessly torn from some clothes. If it was not put in the safe by the owner, it would be too ordinary. Gong Heng put the cigarette in the dustbin, then whisked the ash from his hand. Then he opened the plastic bag and took out the soft cloth strip inside and put it in his palm. For the first time in eight years, he took out the cloth and held it in his hand. During his whole treatment career, when he was in the sterile ward, when there were no people or ghosts, he relied on this piece of cloth. If Tang Qing had known, he would have regretted not having taken this piece of cloth. Gong Heng thought of this, raised his lips and silently laughed. His fingers touched it, as if touching the desperate and helpless night eight years ago. She fell into the sea in front of his eyes, and he could almost hold on to her. Countless times in the dream, he had grasped her hand, and when he woke up, he was lying in the sterile ward of the hospital, clearly aware that she was dead. He was ready to hate her heartlessness. There was no chance left for him, so he died in front of him, and he had no right to fantasize. It's easier to hate someone than to admit to love them. People can casually say that I hate you, but it is difficult to say "I love you". Gong Heng leaned on the bed and looked at the cloth which had been with him for eight years. He had been relying on it for a long time, which was the only thing left on her. He looked at it quietly for a moment, then pushed the tape back into the safe, but this time it was not vacuum preserved. Its owner is back, and he doesn't need to see and think about people.
