Your Excellency, I love you!

There were warm tears sliding down her face, she was obviously not crying, but the tears couldn't stop flowing down.

Mo Shiche's heart twitched when he saw her crying blankly, but it was more the satisfaction of being cared about and valued, which almost filled his entire chest.

"Tangtang," he called her in a low voice, and with great difficulty wrapped his big palm around the little hand she extended, "Why are you crying?"

Luo Qiangwei lowered her head, and said slowly and honestly, "I'm afraid you will die."

What she said was not worrying about your death, but... being afraid.

Mo Shiche unexpectedly thought of what Lian Su had said to him, his brows darkened slightly, and he asked in a hoarse voice, "Five years ago, when I had an accident on a cruise ship in Seattle, did you cry?"

Luo Qiangwei stared at the hand he was holding, her voice was very slow, "I can't remember too... probably... I can't cry."

"Are you scared?"

"Well, I'm very scared," she lowered her eyelashes, "I'm afraid that you will disappear completely in this world, and that there will be no such person as Mo Shiche in the future, even if you have nothing to do with me... But at least I know that you are living a good life." Somewhere, it's important, you don't get it."

He never really lost.

How could he possibly understand.

Mo Shiche didn't speak for a while.

The big hand held her hand tightly, and the temperature in the palm warmed her, "No more," he whispered, "This kind of thing will never happen again in the future, I will protect myself for you, huh?"

Luo Qiangwei suddenly withdrew her hand, bit her lips and said coldly, "I didn't say I'm reconciled with you, you should protect yourself for yourself, not for me, don't talk about such strange nonsense."

Mo Shiche didn't refute, and smiled faintly, "Yes, I know."

"It's almost noon." Luo Qiangwei picked up the mobile phone on the bedside table and sent a text message, "I asked Mama Zhang to deliver the prepared meals, you have to eat."

Mo Shiche's throat was dry, and he frowned, "No, I can't eat."

It is true that I have no appetite. The pain in my chest can be said to be faintly heart-piercing and affect the nerves of the whole body. At this time, I have no appetite at all.

"No!" Luo Qiangwei frowned immediately, "It must be eaten, I can feed you if you can't lift your hands, just take small bites."

She feeds it with her own hands... Isn't this temptation great?

Mo Shiche narrowed his eyes slightly, thought for a while and said, "Then you should kiss me a few times first, both on the left and right cheeks and on the lips."

Luo Qiangwei was startled, she didn't expect him to make such a request blatantly, "Mo Shiche, you are lying on a hospital bed now."

He said calmly, "That's why I told you to kiss me, otherwise you would have been hugged and kissed by me now."

"..."

Luo Qiangwei suddenly felt that it was useless to worry about him. Is it the emotion that a gunshot wound patient should have when he wakes up?

but.

She had no choice but to just let go and leave, "No, anyway, when the meal is here, you can eat it obediently."

Mo Shiche said flatly, "I won't eat, or you'll beat me up while I can't move, and you can forcefully stuff it into my mouth when I'm unconscious."

"...Mo Shiche, are you threatening me?"

"Hit me, Tangtang, I promise not to scream."

Seeing that he actually closed his eyes, Luo Qiangwei was annoyed and funny, for a moment she didn't know whether to scold him or obey his wishes.

But he was indeed pale, his thin lips were chapped, and his chest was wrapped in thick gauze.

There is indeed a look of death on his face...

It looked... and... pathetic.