Jinmu Qingli

Yu Jinxian stepped out of the ward, his face returned to the previous indifference, he never got what he wanted.

In the past few days, Huaqu used her own rights and identity to enter the hospital, but she couldn't enter the VIP ward on the top floor where Mu Qingli was. The place had already been tightly guarded by Yu Jinxian's people, and it was a luxury to take a look.He was even more anxious, now he felt that he was so weak, in front of such a powerful opponent as Yu Jinxian, he would never be able to snatch back his Xiaomu.Depressed, she returned to Hua's villa, lay on her bed, and refused to open the door despite her father's persuasion.He couldn't live without Xiaomu, and now he had a premonition in his heart that he would lose Mu Qingli because of the demon Yu Jinxian.

He buried his face firmly on the bed sheet, where Xiao Mu once lay, there is still a trace of his body fragrance left.Breathing greedily, as if Mu Qingli was still lying beside him.A sudden gust of autumn wind blew away, diluting all fantasies, even the remaining breath.A burst of bitterness spread in my heart, and my breathing seemed to be choked, making me miserable.He got up and walked to the window, put his hands on the bay window sill, the light gray curtains gently brushed his handsome face, the boy looked so sad.

He couldn't help but stare at the window sill of Mu Qingli's room next door. More than ten years ago, he saw the picturesque young man in the same way, and since then he has fallen out of control.Watching the hyacinths he planted by himself under the window of Mu Qingli's room blowing away in the wind, the fragrance of the flowers also drifted away with the wind, filling the whole sky, just like his longing for him, the white hyacinths, the flowering period seemed to be over soon. "Hey..." With a soft sigh, the young man's face became more and more blurred. He took out a pen and paper, and wrote a new chapter. , recording all his sorrow and love, the soft humming dissipated with the wind blowing in, as if to reach Mu Qingli's ears in the distance.

The lowered head focused on drawing notes one by one, and poured the remaining fragrance of flowers on the stave, and wrote all his feelings for Mu Qingli under the pen. The bangs on the forehead covered the eyes, and the overflowing Tears filled his eyes, and the moonlight was like ice in winter. In this thick night, he was melted into water by the young man's strong love and poured down to pave the moon to cover him with brocade clothes.

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The next day, the sun didn't follow people's wishes, it just shone symbolically in the cooler weather.Hua Qu raised her head from the desk, her haggard face was full of indelible sadness, the firmness in her eyes became stronger and stronger, the wound on her shoulder was almost healed, no matter how much he missed Mu Qingli, no matter how much Being decadent, he wouldn't let himself be hurt so badly that he couldn't see Mu Qingli. The daily medication was paid for by thousands of dollars, and the wound was almost healed.Standing up, I realized that November has passed, and the cold December has come.No wonder the wind was so strong last night, it also dried up his tears.There was a thin layer of frost outside, and the cold air was getting heavier and heavier. I don't know what happened to Xiaomu.Thinking of Mu Qingli's pale face on the hospital bed, and remembering that he was forcibly isolated outside, his heart became more and more stuffy, and it became difficult to breathe.It turns out that loving someone is so humble.Can't help but smile wryly.

As the days passed by, the trees were covered with rime, and the window sills of Mu's house were covered with layers of frost. It seemed that it was about to snow.Mu Qingli was trapped on the top floor of this hospital. He didn't know anything about the outside world. Only nurses and doctors came for routine checkups every day. Yu Jinxian hadn't appeared since that day. Maybe he came, but he didn't know That's all.He wondered what happened to Huaqu, whether his injury was healed, and whether Yu Jinxian would trouble him.Thinking of Yu Jinxian's perverted words that day, he still has lingering fears in his heart.

No one spoke every day, and the tranquility of the hospital made him feel better only in his dreams, and he became more and more reticent. He knew that his eyes could not be cured, and he could only live in darkness forever. Imprisoned within Yu Jinxian's control, he can only be slaughtered.

Yu Jinxian outside the door stared at Mu Qingli who was motionless on the bed through the glass, as if trying to see through him.The dark pupils revealed dangerous information. It was December, and he had trapped Mu Qingli here for almost a month. The villa over the school was almost finished, and Mu Qingli was coming soon.A cruel smile curled up at the corner of his mouth.