The end of the world: Beautiful straight man cries and begs to be let go

The man standing at the door walked in, light and shadow passing between his brows and eyes. With his bronzed skin exposed, Gu Xingge watched his brother, who was not wearing a suit this time, come in front of him. The other person stretched out his hand and gently rubbed Gu Xingge's head.

Still looking extremely familiar from the past, Gu Heng said calmly as usual: "You suddenly got hot and lost consciousness in the middle of the night last night. I went out to get some medicine and came back, but I still didn't worry. I was going to take it with me. I’ll take you to the base for a test.”

When his eyes as vast as the sky fell on Gu Xingge, his worried look fell on Gu Xingge undisguisedly.

In this worrying situation, Gu Xingge was a little surprised and shy, "Ah? I was in a coma yesterday?"

He felt fine, and felt as if he had had a good long sleep.

But the other party's expression was not fake.

The beautiful younger brother felt that he was too much trouble for his leader brother, and said in a low voice: "I'm sorry for causing trouble to my brother."

Even when facing close relatives, he still maintains an inescapable politeness.

Gu Xingge got out of bed and felt weak all over, like the sequelae of a fever. After his brother stabilized his arm, he slowly said, "The way you are now is probably a side effect of withdrawal."

"To avoid something uncontrollable, we will do another inspection today."

"Okay, brother."

Gu Xingge couldn't refuse, and he was a little worried about his situation.

After the blood was drawn, Gu Xingge looked into the small glass tube.

When he saw two bottles of glass tubes being taken away for testing, a woman walked in.

She is relatively thin and reminds people of a flower blooming on a rugged mountain cliff. She has a tattoo on half of her cheeks and a mask on the other half of her cheeks. Her hair, which covers half of her shoulders, is not thick, somewhat yellow and malnourished.

Wearing a white coat, she looked like a dedicated doctor. There was also a sign on her chest with a red letter written on it.

"Sister Hong." Gu Xingge heard an assistant next to him call her that, but Gu Xingge was speechless. He stared blankly at the other person, staring at the other person's eyes that were so quiet that they were almost empty.

It's so strange, why I see her feeling uncontrollably sad.

He looked at her face carefully again, his brows furrowed slightly, and his emotions that could be seen at a glance made it clear that he was distracted.

If Gu Xingge had even a partial memory, he would be able to detect that part of the reason for his slight loss of temper was that this person seemed to have some resemblance to Sister Dan Ran. However, their faces are not exactly the same, only their eyebrows are somewhat similar.

There was a little nurse next to him who knew a little bit about the matter. He looked at Gu Xingge who was distracted and then at the doctor in the white coat, thinking that the other person knew about Dan Ran's existence and the story about Dan Ran and his sister.

She finally couldn't help but smile at Gu Xingge and said, "Don't you think our Sister Hong and Sister Dan Ran have a little bit of a resemblance?"

"But it's a bit interesting to say..." the little nurse said with a little sigh: "At that time, Sister Hong was rescued by Sister Dan Ran because her features looked a bit like her younger sister. She Sometimes I stare at Sister Hong for a while.”

The little nurse's expression showed a little emotion, and then she said to Gu Xingge:

"It's not just you who feels this way, even we felt this way at the beginning.

But soon, we changed our minds. It is unfair to treat one person as another person. We shouldn't do this. "

"Sister Danran quickly recovered and continued to look for her sister wholeheartedly."

Sister Hong didn't feel angry about their conversation, because this happened to them in the past.

Gu Xingge blinked and couldn't help but look in her direction. Look at the patterns on her face.

"scared you?"

The hoarse sound, like an old bellows, was really scary.

"It's not because of fear or the patterns on your face." The young man explained softly, "It's because of your special voice."

Very unique sound.

It's obviously hoarse enough, but it's filled with a sense of story.