Quick Wear: Host, are you playing here?

The "Yan" in Yan Yue is the same as the King of Hell's Yan, and his existence itself is the King of Hell living in the human world.

"..."

Hua Xia found some fun. She sat cross-legged, staring at the screen and trying to stop herself from typing P. It was a pity that there were too few pictures. She could take more later. Yan Yue saw it all, but not only was he not angry, he also felt relieved that his people almost followed her back to the Meng family.

"Sit down."

Yan Yue said in a deep voice.

The pink-haired girl ignored him, and Yan Yue wanted to say something when he received a message from Xu Qing. Huang Dou was horrified (expression), and the next message was a repost of the 'it's okay' emoticon package.

Xu Daxian: "Ayue! Is Lin Zheng finally crazy?"

Yan Yue replied: 'When did you add her? '

Xu Daxian: "......Is this the point?"

Yan Yue typed: 'Do you keep in touch often?'

Da Xuxian: ".......(Huangdou raises the white flag) Surrender, I am convinced!"

Yan Yue: "So what?"

Xu Daxian: '(It's okay) (It's okay), how could it be possible! She is so angry that I am dying. We have a generation gap! We don't keep in touch often!'

Generation gap...

Yan Yue glanced at Hua Xia. He and Xu Qing were the same age, so there was a generation gap between them...

Huaxia's photoshopped pictures are all the essence.

She photoshopped a picture of Liu Shan, wearing a tight black suit and standing upright by the gate, with the caption "What can you do to me? I'm just arrogant!"

She chuckled twice and leaned closer to Yan Yue: "Yan Yue, look, hahahaha."

Yan Yue focused his attention on the touch of the girl's arm: "......"

After calming down a little, he saw clearly and frowned: "Why are you taking pictures of him?"

Hua Xia: "It's fun."

"......"

After a while, Hua Xia got a new emoticon package and showed the screen to Yan Yue. The man looked at her reluctantly with a sullen face. The screen showed his expression at that moment, with the words "Okay, I'm angry again!"

Yan Yue: “…”

Tomorrow should be good weather. We will be far away from the downtown area. The night sky above the mansion is full of stars and the wind is cold. However, the scenery under the moonlight is very beautiful. It is no longer as eerie as the previous primeval forest covered with dense green plants. There are a few newly planted osmanthus trees, covered with luxuriant catkins. The air is fragrant when we get off the car.

Shopping is a tiring job. Hua Xia no longer wants to go out. Looking at Yan Yue who is sitting in a wheelchair in front of her, she moves her lips but doesn't say "you get up and I'll take your place". She steps forward and says, "Let me help you push it."

Then the whole weight of the person leaned on the wheelchair.

Yan Yue: “…”

He let go of the wheelchair, put his palms on his knees, closed his eyes, and drooped them somewhat dejectedly. Hua Xia pushed him into the elevator. The reflective wall reflected their figures. The man's expression was wrong, and his sensitive and fragile heart was hurt again somewhere.

Yan Yue raised his eyes and looked at Hua Xia through the reflective wall, but finally he was the first to look away.

The elevator stopped at the second floor, and Yan Yue went to the third floor by himself. He entered the room without turning on the lights. His fingers sank into his legs in the darkness, and he felt nothing. He would go for a diagnosis in two days. If he didn't even have the chance to have an operation, then he would live as a useless person forever.

This is also something that the entire Yan family would like to see.

He should not hurt himself at this moment, but Yan Yue could not control his self-harming behavior. A light appeared in the darkness, and a message alert appeared on his mobile phone. Yan Yue glanced at a pink avatar, his expression dazed, and the strength in his hands subconsciously loosened.

He clicked on the interface and saw a new emoticon package on it, a photo of his back turning around and walking alone in a wheelchair, with the words "Disabled but strong-willed!" at the bottom.

Yan Yue: “….”

The next second, the phone rang. It was a video call. Yan Yue clicked to hang up but accidentally pressed the connect button.

"Why is it so dark?" The pink hair in the camera moved closer, swayed, and a pair of almond-shaped eyes were revealed.

Yan Yue’s hand, which was about to hang up, stopped.

"No lights on?"

Hua Xia lay on the bed, holding her phone in one hand and removing the hairpin with the other hand to fix her hair again: "Are you sick?"

Yan Yue: “…”

Just as he was about to deny it, he heard the clear voice of the girl on the other end: "Do you want medicine?"

Yan Yue swallowed the word "no" and shook the camera: "What medicine?"

Hua Xia smiled with her eyes curved: "Me."

Yan Yue: “…”

In an instant, fireworks burst into life and the dead heart began to beat.

"……Um......"

There was no other way. Yan Yue had to go get his leg treated, so he couldn't say one thing and mean another. He added a sentence to explain why he showed up in the evening: "I'm here to pick you up today."

Yan Yue looked at the changing background behind Hua Xia in the camera. She got up from the bed, opened the door and walked out. The background changed to the corridor, and then she came to the elevator and went upstairs. She walked through the corridor and stopped at the door. The knocking sound from the mobile phone and the door in front of her overlapped.

It was like a knock on his heart, and Yan Yue's heart was beating like a drum.

I subconsciously held my breath when I opened the door.

The door opened, and Hua Xia flipped the screen that was on a call, facing the light downwards, and her eyes fell on Yan Yue's legs. When he came back, his trousers, which had been relatively smooth, had wrinkles on the knees, obviously because they had been grabbed hard.

This is an unconscious and even uncontrollable action, a sign of illness.

There was darkness behind him, but the faint light from a mobile phone screen came in from a dividing line. Yan Yue lowered his eyes to look at his legs, and realized that Hua Xia was checking his legs. Yan Yue moved his fingertips to smooth out the wrinkles, and inexplicably had the illusion that he was being watched.

"...Look, have you finished reading?"

Hua Xia put away the phone and nodded. It seemed that he had just been caught and was not injured. After all, it had not been long since the two separated from the second floor.

"Well, it's over."

An unknown atmosphere surrounded the two of them. They were only one step apart, and they had a tacit understanding of each other gradually getting closer. Yan Yue's performance was almost as subtle as peeling the white from a clam shell, trying not to be too obvious.

"Aren't you here to deliver the medicine?" Yan Yue tilted his head. Instead of taking the initiative to speak, he avoided looking and almost dared not to look at her.

Hua Xia paused: "...Then why are you blocking the door?"

Yan Yue's hands trembled, and he could hardly exert any strength holding the armrest. Finally, he moved aside. Hua Xia went straight in, fumbled to turn on the light, and looked around the room. It was the same cold gray tone without any warmth, just like the last time he came.

After washing up, the two of them lay down on their sides. Yan Yue's emotions were soothed again and again, but he was not at peace. After the person next to him breathed evenly, Yan Yue sat up again, stared straight ahead at a point for a long time, and finally turned his gaze back to the sleeping face of the person next to him.

If I can’t stand up, I will never be able to hold her when she feels tired.

Who would like a disabled person?

It may take courage to stand with him.

Yan Yue's eyes were grim, he closed them, and said weakly, "I'm going to get treatment, but I don't know the result."

"Maybe there won't even be a chance for surgery..."

"If you dare to leave, I will kill you..."

"I'm going to die too..."

Hua Xia heard someone mumbling, and after saying a few words, he still didn't fall asleep: "......"