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People always remain weirdly calm when violent emotions come up.

The doctor's mask covered his unreasonable declaration. Fortunately, God finally treated Shen Zhifei kindly once. What the doctor said was: "It's nothing serious, it's just that he lost a lot of blood. I guess I need to sleep more."

Shen Zhifei didn't show a sigh of relief, just smiled as usual, and said to the doctor, "Thank you, doctor, for your hard work."

Then she called Shen Zhiming and told him to come back in time.

Until the dead of night, when the whole of Linwan fell asleep, Shen Zhifei sat in front of the hospital bed, and the instrument made a beeping sound.

Shen Zhifei flicked her phone aimlessly, and the drowsiness left her again.

Over the years, insomnia has often visited, and Shen Zhifei is actually used to such nights. Usually, she always looks for some books to read, but today is a special situation, and she comes in a hurry. She has nothing to kill time.

The phone was set to vibrate by her, but it also vibrated at this inappropriate moment.

It's Zhang Yao.

Shen Zhifei's heart tightened, his eyelashes trembled, he got up and pushed the door out, carefully closing the door of the ward before answering the phone.

Zhang Yao's voice sounded low, and she looked not very emotional: "Why haven't you slept yet?"

"Just went to bed, why are you still up so late?" Shen Zhifei cleared his throat to get his tone back to normal, "Be careful, I will punish you next time we meet."

"I'm going to sleep too." Zhang Yao stopped.

Shen Zhifei heard a soft sound of wind coming from the receiver, and she asked, "Are you outside?"

Zhang Yao said: "Well, go downstairs and bring some supper for the team, have you gone home yet?"

"I'm back, I'm at home." Shen Zhifei answered without hesitation, stroking the cold window frame with his fingertips.

The other side became quiet, and after a few seconds, just when Shen Zhifei wanted to ask her what was wrong, Zhang Yao finally said, "It's nothing, go home early."

Shen Zhifei said, "Okay, I see."

The two of them didn't say anything more, and they chatted one or two unnutritious topics, Zhang Yao took the lead to hang up the phone.

Shen Zhifei lingered at the door of the ward for a while, and decided to go home.

First, she needs to get some toiletries, and second, there are necessities such as a change of clothes.

It's just that she never thought that there would be someone waiting for her return at the door.

As soon as Shen Zhifei turned around the entrance of the alley, her footsteps stopped abruptly, and she stopped on the spot as if she was rooted. She clenched her hands in her pockets tightly, but she looked at the figure with her back facing her on the porch.

How did she come?

Shen Zhifei didn't have time to think too much, so he just took a step and hurriedly walked towards that person, or trotted over.

The shoulders and calmness that had been maintained all night collapsed in an instant. She put her arms around Zhang Yao's waist, buried her eyes on her shoulders, and clung to her silently.

Zhang Yao was startled by her at first, then turned to be surprised at the sudden fragility of this person, then softened her expression, the ice and snow on her face melted, and patted her back to comfort her.

The sweetheart who has always put self-esteem above everything else finally showed weakness for once, and the feeling of relief overwhelmed the thought of questioning.

Zhang Yao spoke softly and softly close to her ear: "I've been waiting for you here for a long time, let's go into the room and warm up, okay?"

Shen Zhifei's face pressed against her cheek was so cool, Zhang Yao felt pain in her heart.

At the same time, Shen Zhifei also grabbed her hand.

The wind at night was already very cold, and Zhang Yao was not dressed very thickly, so her hands and wrists exposed to the air were icy cold.

Shen Zhifei left Zhang Yao's shoulder, lowered her head with red eyes, wrapped her hand in his palm, and left one hand to open the door, "Yes...I'm sorry..."

The door of Shen's house had some minor problems, and it had to be pulled open when it was twisted. Shen Zhifei obviously didn't intend to let go, so Zhang Yao raised her free hand to help her pull the door.

Together it took twice as long as usual to open the door.

Zhang Yao followed her in and asked her casually, "What are you sorry for?"

"I don't really like crying in front of others, it's too embarrassing..." Shen Zhifei frowned embarrassingly, she really didn't like crying in front of others, it was embarrassing and useless.

It's just that even Immortal Da Luo couldn't help seeing the person he most wanted to see at this helpless moment just now.

Zhang Yao pinched her chin, raised her eyebrows and looked at her, "Am I someone else?"

"Not really." Shen Zhifei replied immediately, and coaxed her along the way: "So I'm not crying in front of you, look, my eyes are still red."

Zhang Yao rubbed the corners of her eyes, "Tell me, what happened?"

Mentioning this, Shen Zhifei finally got up a little emotionally, and she said in a low voice: "It's nothing——"

"Don't hide it from me." Zhang Yao's voice sounded a little harsh, but the look on her face was clearly caring. She was contradictory, but not sharp.

At this moment, she is just an ordinary woman who hopes that her lover can rely on her.

Shen Zhifei was stunned, looking into Zhang Yao's eyes, her heart was beating wildly, "My mother had an accident, I thought..."

She muttered, Zhang Yao's face changed when she heard the words, and she asked concerned: "How is Auntie?"

"It's okay." Shen Zhifei blinked away the wetness in his eyes, "At that time I thought..."

Even guessing, she couldn't say the crueler words, "I thought it was going to happen again, I don't want to drag you down."

Zhang Yao's eyes filled with disappointment, "Did you put me in your future?"

With deep eyes, Shen Zhifei said firmly, "Of course, you have always played a major role in my future."

"Then you still..." Zhang Yao was about to speak, but Shen Zhifei said eagerly before her: "But I know, if I push you away again this time, our lives will be over, right?"

Zhang Yao nodded without hesitation.

Her temperament is no softer than Shen Zhifei, and she even cares more about self-esteem than Shen Zhifei, but for Shen Zhifei, she has put her self-esteem behind more than once, and only wants a Shen Zhifei.

If all she wants to do is push her away again and again, then her persistence is meaningless, so let it be.

Shen Zhifei smiled, thankful that he caught his nearly runaway thinking in time, raised his chin slightly, like a child begging for a reward, "So I didn't say anything, I just thought, wait until I feel better , and then contact you."

"You're still sensible." Zhang Yao suppressed the corners of her upturned mouth, and glanced at her pretending to be dissatisfied: "What's that expression on your face?"

"Aren't you complimenting me?" Shen Zhifei put on a thick face, and shook her hand.

Zhang Yao stared dumbfounded at the way this man would go to heaven for a piece of candy, and was speechless for a while.

"What's the point of praising you? You're good enough if I don't say it. Don't push yourself."

Shen Zhifei fell into the sofa, raised his head and said, "Why?"

Isn't she doing well?

"Who am I to you?" Zhang Yao was very patient, and sat down beside her with one hand on the hem of her clothes.

Shen Zhifei didn't know why, but answered honestly: "Girlfriend."

Zhang Yao nodded, "Then why can't I see your bad mood?"

"What I want is a Shen Zhifei who can cry and laugh, not a robot who is perfectly calm all the time." Zhang Yao raised her hand and rubbed Shen Zhifei's temple hair, "Do you understand?"

"Understood..." Shen Zhifei stared blankly at Zhang Yao's face close at hand, and could even smell the fragrance from his sleeves, she murmured: "It won't happen in the future."

Slowly, Shen Zhifei finally tasted something from this night. She squeezed Zhang Yao's palm, leaned over to kiss her lightly, and then pressed her forehead against hers, saying with a smile: "Why are you tonight? come over?"

"What do you think?" Zhang Yao didn't answer directly, but lowered her eyes, and the warmth left by Shen Zhifei on her lips hadn't dissipated.

Zhang Yao said: "Your tone is unnatural, I can hear it."

Shen Zhifei smiled and rolled his eyes, "Do you know me that well?"

Zhang Yao pursed her lips, said nothing, and pressed against the back of Shen Zhifei's neck, trying to stop those chattering mouths in this way.

But some things have to be said and have to be said.

After the kiss, Zhang Yao draped Shen Zhifei's shoulders and panted slightly. Then, under Shen Zhifei's gaze, she took out a small box from the pocket of the windbreaker.

"In these years, I have heard your voice countless times in my dreams, and I can't hear it wrong." Zhang Yao's ears were completely red, but she opened the box, and it was a pair of rings.

The style is simple and generous, like two entangled ribbons, with a medium-sized diamond wrapped in the middle, which looks very delicate.

Zhang Yao continued: "When I came here, I thought, if you don't want me anymore, I'll sell this pair of rings, and if you don't, then I'll give it to you."

"Count it as my proposal to you."

The plain ring in their hands was given by Shen Zhifei, and the pair in Zhang Yao's hand was designed by her, as if they were entangled endlessly.

Shen Zhifei stared blankly at the ring in Zhang Yao's hand, then smiled foolishly, with tears welling from the corners of his eyes, "Give it to me?" There was an obvious tremor hidden in his voice.

Zhang Yao nodded, "There is no semicolon."

After speaking, Zhang Yao took off the plain ring that Shen Zhifei was wearing, and then picked up one of the rings in the box, and put it on Shen Zhifei's ring finger, the size was just right.

"When did you design it?" Shen Zhifei held his right hand, so precious that he didn't even want to put it on his lap.

"Not long ago, just a while ago." Zhang Yao handed over the box.

Shen Zhifei understood it, took it over and took the other one, and put it on Zhang Yao according to the law. She looked at Zhang Yao's slender fingers and asked, "Do you have a name?"

"Persistence." Zhang Yao said.

She didn't want to give the ring a complicated English name, and the only Chinese name that fit her mentality when designing the ring was "obsession".

Shen Zhifei is her obsession, the person she has identified in her life, and she has to admit it after several years of difficulty letting go.

Shen Zhifei almost couldn't put it down to this pair of rings. In the few minutes from just now to the present, he never took his eyes off the pair of little things.

And someone who was left out turned pale, "Does the ring look good?"

"It looks good!" Shen Zhifei nodded in the affirmative answer, her rosy lips kept rising.

"Prettier than me?"

"That's not true." Shen Zhifei finally raised his head, staring at his girlfriend with burning eyes: "My girlfriend is the most beautiful in the world!"

"Slick tongue." Zhang Yao sneered, and scratched the bridge of her nose disapprovingly.

She felt that she was not as good-looking as Shen Zhifei, in various aspects.

But this person is always not conscious of being a beauty, and he doesn't feel at all when one or two peach blossoms are attracted.

Slow to make people anxious.

Probably because he suddenly remembered something, Shen Zhifei stood up and said, "Wait for me, I have something to show you."

Zhang Yao watched her walk into the bedroom quickly, and took a small box out after a while. She remembered that box, which seemed to contain a few letters.

Shen Zhifei said to show her later, after this, it seems that it has arrived?