you are a star

Yanjing City, Nanyuan.

Liang Feicheng spat out a mouthful of dark red blood, and his face turned pale at a speed visible to the naked eye. His precarious body was supported on the wall with one hand alone.

Qiao Nan looked at the remaining blood at the corner of his mouth, his eyes widened in shock, and his heart contracted inch by inch.

Blood……

Why did Liang Feicheng vomit blood?

She stood there coldly, as if her soul had come out of her body, floating in mid-air, calling Liang Feicheng's name from the perspective of a bystander!

She rushed over suddenly, her legs were weak, she staggered a step, her heart stopped beating, her mind went blank, and she held Liang Feicheng's arms tremblingly.

Her body was shaking violently, her throat was stiff, and her voice was so startled that she didn't feel like her own at all, "You...what's wrong with you?"

"If you dare to take another step, try." Liang Feicheng held her wrist tightly with his other hand, staring at Qiao Nan's with his bloodshot eyes.

He gritted his teeth, his lips turned white, and the blood at the corner of his mouth became more and more frightening.

"Qiao Nan, how dare you try to ignore me again!"

His fingers wanted to dig into the skin of her wrist, but Qiao Nan didn't feel any pain. She obviously didn't, but her eye circles turned red after he spoke.

The kind red enough to cry.

"No red eyes." Liang Feicheng wanted to reach out to wipe the corners of her eyes, but a strong dizziness hit him.

His body fell forward, and Qiao Nan raised his hand instinctively to stabilize his body, but a 1.9-meter-old man pressed him down, and she couldn't hold it, her back hit the wall, and the tears hanging on her eyelids finally fell down.

"Fan Qi! Fan Qi!"

Jonan's hysterical shouts startled the people in the room.

Afterwards, when Fan Qi recalled that afternoon, he felt terrified. Qiao Nan's shouts that tore through the air echoed in his heart for a long time.

After Qiao Nan came back, he always felt that she was hard-hearted, but after looking at it later, she was not.

Fortunately, Rong Chi just came back last night, Fan Qiyi called and Rong Chi arrived soon.

When he saw Qiao Nan when he entered the room, there was only a hint of surprise in his eyes, he looked away calmly, and began to check Liang Feicheng.

During the examination, Qiao Nan had been standing at the end of the bed, watching Rong Chi's skillful movements, even though she knew that he was an authoritative doctor, she still didn't feel at ease at all.

He watched anxiously, his heart beating fast.

"What the hell happened to him?"

When Rong Chi adjusted the speed of the drip, he heard the pale and fragile Qiao Nan, who had been silent from the beginning, ask him.

Only now did he have time to look at her again, and lowered his head to put Liang Feicheng's hand under the quilt, thinking that he had promised Liang Feicheng that he would not tell Qiao Nan the truth.

Just answering her: "Too tired, coupled with the rush, did you make him angry?"

Rong Chi is not the same as Li Dongbai, he always has such a rational and steady look, even if he has some complaints about Qiao Nan, it will not show on his face.

Of course he was on Liang Feicheng's side. From his point of view, Qiao Nan was somewhat hard-hearted.

Qiao Nan thought about Liang Feicheng's state before he vomited blood, whether he had made him angry or not.

But it's pointless to worry about it now.

"Is it really just what you said?" Qiao Nan stared into Rong Chi's eyes and reconfirmed.

Is it really because of the rush of fire and vomiting blood?
But Rongchi was impeccable and could not see any flaws at all, "Just take a good rest."

Qiao Nan wanted to ask something, but someone grabbed his wrist suddenly.

The familiar temperature hit her, and her heart felt numb. She almost shed tears, but she endured it, blinked her eyes without leaving any traces, and turned her head to meet a pair of dark brown pupils.

"You're awake." The voice was calm.

If it wasn't for the coldness on her body, coupled with the slight trembling of her body, Liang Feicheng would have almost believed it, thinking that she really didn't care at all.

Liang Feicheng glanced at Rong Chi, Rong Chi nodded, turned and left.

Liang Feicheng took her hand, pulled her lightly, and made her sit on the edge of the bed, next to his side.

He asked her in a hoarse voice, "Are you afraid I may have some incurable disease?"

Gritting his teeth, Qiao Nan gave him a complicated look, but before he could speak, he continued by himself.

"If you really have an incurable disease, I will only force you to stay by my side for a limited time, instead of hiding you at this juncture and letting you leave me. I am a paranoid and dark person in my bones.

Nannan, only death can make me let you go, other than that, I will never let you go. "

When he spoke, his eyes never left Qiao Nan's eyes, and there seemed to be a flame burning in his eyes.

Qiao Nan didn't break away from his hand, whether it was because he was sick or because when he said these words, she forgot her principles for a moment.

She was already calm enough, but because of Liang Feicheng's last words, her heart was surging and she couldn't control it.

Unless it's death?
"Did you cry just now?" Liang Feicheng let go of her wrist, his fingers climbed up her face, and his thumb rubbed at the end of her red eyes.

Her skin is thin and tender, like a freshly peeled lychee, exuding a fragrance.

Qiao Nan was very uncomfortable with this kind of action, and turned his face away, "I'm scared to cry, I'm cowardly."

But Liang Feicheng pinched her jaw again and turned her face back, with anger and indistinct grievances: "You are used to it, so you don't look at me at all times."

He is still so domineering and strong, but it is different from before.

"That's not something you're used to, Young Master San." Qiao Nan raised his hand and grabbed his hand away from the end of his eyes.

Liang Feicheng shook his hand back, inserted his fingers between her fingers, and interlocked her fingers forcibly.

Qiao Nan's breathing was stagnant, and her ten fingers interlocked as if they were automatically locked, and she couldn't break free easily. She became angry with embarrassment: "You loosen it."

Liang Feicheng's face was very pale, with a tired expression between his brows and eyes, he clasped Qiao Nan's hand and pressed it on his chest.

He was really tired. After closing his eyes, he didn't speak any more.

I don't know if I fell asleep or closed my eyes to rest.

Qiao Nan tried several times but couldn't pull his hand out, and as soon as she moved, Liang Feicheng's fingers increased a little bit of strength, holding her firmly.

What's more, he suddenly pulled it hard, Qiao Nan didn't expect it, and his upper body fell on him, and his left ear was pressed against his chest.

His voice seemed to overflow from his chest, muffled, deep, and forcefully poured into her ears.

"Nannan, let me sleep for a while, be obedient."

Qiao Nan's scalp felt like an electric current passed through it, and it was numb, which made her even more uneasy.

She raised her eyes to look at Liang Feicheng's pale side face, the corners of her lips were tightly pursed, her eyes gradually became darker, her eyelashes trembled a few times, and she slowly closed her eyes.

Just this once, Jonan, just this once.