Mr. Li, my wife kneels down and begs to be kicked out.

When the couple hurried to England, it was already six o'clock in the evening British time.

Li Nuanyang was pushing Luo Yuxi on the hospital lawn, facing the sunset in the west, standing in the sunset, like a young couple having a tryst.

The setting sun shone on the men's straight backs, and the stars were dotted and golden, enveloping them with a unique halo.

Su Xiaoxiao just looked at their backs quietly, feeling a sense of sourness in her heart.

They were obviously a match made in heaven. The golden boy and girl who were envied by countless people on the campus of University A, now...

The corners of her eyes couldn't help but become moist. Su Xiaoxiao sniffed hard and turned to look at Li Hanchuan blankly.

She didn't understand why fate would play such a trick on the two brothers. One had been betrayed by family and love, and the other couldn't even save the life of the person he loved most.

The corners of her mouth twitched slightly, and Su Xiaoxiao quickly retracted her thoughts and asked Li Hanchuan, "What disease does Senior Xiaoxi have?"

"Acute leukemia."

Li Hanchuan's answer was very plain, but there was a bit of regret and sigh in his tone. There was even a sense of helplessness on his face.

Su Xiaoxiao had heard of acute leukemia, but in his memory, many of it could be cured. But Luo Yuxi's condition... was obviously incurable and led to this point of death.

Thinking of this, her heart clenched and hurt, as if she had been hit with a sharp weapon, making her breathless for a moment.

Li Hanchuan saw her pale face, and his whole body suddenly became tense. "Susu, how are you? I'll..."

"fine."

Su Xiaoxiao shook her head at the man. After calming down, she looked at Li Nuanyang not far away, "Let's go there!"

Li Hanchuan stopped being persistent and just helped Su Xiaoxiao walk over.

"Senior."

Standing beside Li Nuanyang, Su Xiaoxiao shouted softly.

At this time, Li Nuanyang suddenly made a silence gesture towards her. The moment he saw Su Xiaoxiao, there was a hint of surprise in his eyes. He turned to look at Li Hanchuan and then became calm, and then continued to hum. Singing songs.

Su Xiaoxiao listened carefully. It was a song "Love Has to Be Unavoidable" that was sung at the New Year's Day party of Li Nuanyang School in college.

"It's hard to forget, the first time I saw you..."

As Li Nuanyang's melodious singing sounded again, Su Xiaoxiao couldn't help but think, the story of Luo Yuxi and Li Nuanyang probably started with this song, right?

Perhaps, it is not an exaggeration to say that it is their love song, right?

If you think about it carefully, it will take at least six or seven years from the initial love to the current separation, right?

How many six or seven years are there in a person's life? Those years that carry youth are about to end in the form of separation and death...

Su Xiaoxiao's eyes subconsciously fell on the woman in the wheelchair, and the corners of her mouth couldn't help but twitch.

The woman's face was very pale, and the ventilator placed on her mouth made her sunken cheeks look even thinner.

Very little of the black hair on her head fell off due to chemotherapy, but now she wears a long and curly wig.

Only then did Su Xiaoxiao notice that Luo Yuxi's face was so thin that there was almost only a layer of skin left. There was no pain at all, and it was more calm and peaceful.

Her face was unexpectedly covered with a light layer of makeup, which added a bit of figure to her haggard appearance.

Su Xiaoxiao couldn't help but think of Luo Yuxi in her impression of college, who was so dazzling, gentle, generous, and high-spirited.

The woman who is regarded as the envy of countless classmates, her existence is like a light. Wherever she is, the light is there.

But this light is now gradually dimming. Luo Yuxi is still a flower that has not yet bloomed, but it is as old as an old man in his twilight. People can't help but feel pity and pity.

Tears filled her eyes unconsciously. As Li Nuanyang's singing fell, Su Xiaoxiao slowly knelt down, held Luo Yuxi's cold hand, and tried to raise a smile at the corner of her mouth, "Senior sister."

Luo Yuxi, who was immersed in the singing, came back to his senses hesitantly.

She tried hard to hold up her eyelids, which were already as heavy as a thousand pounds, and looked at the woman in front of her. She tried her best to make a sound, "Su... Xiao... Xiao."

Suddenly, the breathing mask was filled with mist, but Su Xiaoxiao could clearly see the shape of her mouth.

She held Luo Yuxi's hand and smiled as if nothing had happened, "Senior, I am Su Xiaoxiao."

Luo Yuxi's dull eyes no longer had any extra look. She just looked at her and smiled at her with all her strength.

Li Nuanyang also walked up to Luo Yuxi, enduring the huge pain in his heart, and said with a smile, "Xiaoxi, these are my brother and my sister-in-law. They heard that you were sick, so they came to see you."

Luo Yuxi's eyes slowly lifted up again.

Li Hanchuan deliberately squatted down, maintaining a direct gaze with Luo Yuxi, and introduced himself: "I am Nuanyang's brother, Li Hanchuan."

Luo Yuxi blinked slowly, nodded hard, and squeezed out a smile in response.

Immediately, Li Nuanyang carried her to the swing beside her, carefully covered her with a blanket and put on her hat, and then sat down next to her.

Li Nuanyang knew that she didn't even have the strength to hold his arm, so he hugged her into his arms, sat on the swing with their fingers intertwined, murmuring and watching the end of the show together. sunset.

The melodious singing sounded again, and Li Hanchuan and Su Xiaoxiao also sat on the stone bench beside them, quietly accompanying them on the last journey.

The swing was swinging slowly, and when it reached a high place, it seemed to carry the two people's expectations for the future, but it was blocked back by this ruthless demon.

Under the swing, the afterglow of the setting sun fell on the two of them, looking like they were peacefully passing through the years.

There was no trace of displeasure on Li Nuanyang's face, which was filled with only endless joy and joy.

But the moment he lowered his head and lowered his eyes, Su Xiaoxiao could always see something crystal clear in his eyes.

Tears flowed down uncontrollably, and she held Li Hanchuan's arm tightly. The feeling of empathy made her bite her lips until they turned pale.

"Hanchuan..."

She murmured unconsciously, thinking that during those days when she was in a coma, he must have lived in such fear, right?

But compared to Li Nuanyang, Li Hanchuan at least had a chance to hope for her to wake up. Although she could only lie there quietly, at least she was still alive.

But what about Luo Yuxi...

Li Hanchuan stretched out his hand to wipe away the crystal tears from the corner of her eyes, and held her cold hand tightly and intertwined his fingers, as if he knew what she was thinking, "Don't worry, we will grow old together."