Sir, let's divorce [ABO]

Twilight slowly arrived.

Song Qing calmed down, her eyes were swollen to the size of walnuts, the hospital gown was scratched and covered with dust, and the nail cover of the middle finger of her left hand was half turned over, looking bloody and bloody.

The blood was thick red, so thorny that I dare not look at it, I lowered my head and took him to bandage it.

Song Qing was still in a trance, he quietly stared at the nurse who was disinfecting and bandaging, his eyelashes covered his eyes, looking gentle.

"Okay." The nurse put away the medical iron plate and carefully told Song Qing not to touch the water or bump it, and the fingernails were turned deep, otherwise it would be prone to inflammation and pus.

Song Qing nodded in thanks, and then followed Lian Yan back to the ward.

Halfway through his walk, a familiar figure stood quietly in the middle of the corridor looking at him, as if waiting for him.

It's Mrs. Shen.

Mrs. Shen's usual dignified and elegant is gone at this moment, her temple hair is messy and attached to her chin, her eyes are black and blue, her lips have no blood color, she is not much better than the wanderers outside.

Lian Yan has never met Mrs. Shen before, so she just passed by as a passerby.

Song Qing knew him, he stopped in silence, and stood in front of Mrs. Shen with his head down, as if he was beating and scolding.

Mrs. Shen pursed her lips tightly and raised her hand to give Song Qing a slap, but she was limp and powerless. Her tears fell to the ground at the same time as the slap, "...the thing I regret the most is that I didn't stop Xiaoguan from going to the Spring Festival. mausoleum."

Song Qing didn't dodge, he whispered, "I'm sorry."

Hearing the sound, Lian Yan turned around, pulled Song Qing away in a panic, and stood in front of him, "Why did you hit my son casually!"

Song Qing stopped Lian Yan from moving.

Mrs. Shen smiled sadly and shouted, "By! It's my son..."

After only saying a few words, she burst into tears, "It's my son... lie in the intensive care unit for him!"

Lian Yan was stunned, she withdrew her body with trembling hands, her lips twitched, unable to speak.

"I'm sorry..." Song Qing bowed deeply. Apart from being sorry, he didn't know what else to say to Mrs. Shen.

Shen Yuguan died because of him, and he will bear the shadow of death all his life.

He had no face to face Mrs. Shen, and even less face to see his grandpa. Grandpa was old, but because of him, he wanted a white-haired man to send a black-haired man.

Just thinking about this scene, Song Qing's heart ached unbearably.

Mrs. Shen's words were even more venom-quenched sharp blades, piercing Song Qing's weak body word by word.

Mrs. Shen was right, it was Shen Yuguan who lay down for him...

Lying in...?

"Intensive care unit...?!" Song Qing raised her body abruptly and grabbed Mrs. Shen's arm, "Did you just say the intensive care unit? Is he not dead?"

"What?" Mrs. Shen shook off Song Qing's hand and glared, "No matter how much Xiaoguan owes you, you should pay it off for blocking this shot for you, right? How cruel are you, and you still think about him die?"

Before Mrs. Shen finished speaking, Song Qing had already disappeared before her eyes like a gust of wind.

Not dead, Shenyu Temple is not dead!

Song Qing was ecstatic, he raised his hand and slapped himself quickly and hard.

It hurts, it hurts.

Song Qing couldn't help crying, he wasn't dreaming, what happened just now was not a hallucination of his.

The collapsed world came back to life in an instant, green grass and trees grew again, and the ruins of broken walls were broken, bringing a ray of life amidst the boundless grayness.

But the vitality that was finally radiated, withered and dried up in an instant when Shen Yuguan was lying on the hospital bed after seeing the glass window.

Shenyu Guan should be full of vigor, no matter where he stands, he is the center, dazzling and dazzling.

It should not be described as haggard, dying, as if dying in the next second.

Song Qing's hands and feet went limp, and she managed to hold on to the glass so that it didn't slip down.

"...He might not be able to make it through." Lian Yan chased after him at some point, "So, if you ask me, I dare not tell you, for fear that you will be happy in vain."

Paper can't hold fire, but he never wanted to run into Shen Yuguan's mother.

"He can." Song Qing pressed against the cold glass, swallowed the sobs in his throat, and repeated, "He can."

I don't know if I'm talking to Lian Yan or telling him.

Song Qing once thought that he didn't love Shen Yuguan anymore, but when Shen Yuguan stood in front of him, he suddenly realized, how could he not love?

The love of those eight years was carefully hidden by him, hiding in his little corner like a squirrel preparing for the winter.

Shen Yu Guan is a brand mark, engraved into his blood and bones, even breathing inadvertently, saying that he loves Shen Yu Guan.

He was just too scared, so he could only use a heavy curtain to form a small room. He hid in it, regardless of the wind and rain. His love couldn't be vented, and he couldn't feel it, and he couldn't respond to any emotion.

He thought that his whole life would pass like this, but Shenyu Temple would always be a variable in his life, and he used his life to tear open the curtain for him bloody.

"It's fine to be together, or if I like you, as long as you wake up."

[The author has something to say]: A player who died suddenly.

[There are about 2-3 chapters left to finish, and the sweet content will be left to the extra episode. 】