Every world is crumbling [Quick Transmigration]

Please be prepared. "

Although he knew that this day would definitely come, when he actually heard the words from the doctor, Ye Xiyang's heart was still so painful that he couldn't breathe. The young man raised his trembling hands as if he wanted to caress his pale face.

Ye Xiyang's eyes were so bitter that he squeezed out two words from his throat, "How long?" How long can I stay with him, how long can I walk with him?

The doctor was silent for a while, and said truthfully: "It can be three days at the fastest, but at the slowest... a week."

The long corridor was filled with the icy cold of the hospital, Ye Xiyang just leaned against the cold porcelain wall like a walking corpse, staring blankly at nothingness, his dim eyes looked like a completely desperate traveler.

[Has the favorability increased? 】

Route 520, [No. 】

As early as a few days ago, Ye Xiyang's favorability reached 99, but this last point could not be added. Chu Jingran knew that this was a watershed.

The single biggest difference between love and this life.

A person can love a person, but at the same time he can also forget a person and then fall in love with another person, just like the original perfection.

Ye Xiyang loves Zhenran, but in the end he still forgot about Zhenran and found another person, otherwise why would Zhenran have such a strong desire.

As an actor, Chu Jingran can understand Zhenran's thoughts very well. He is clearly loved by him, but he is handed over to others by him. His original intention is to hope that he will forget himself and be happy forever, but when that moment really comes, it is painful. Heartfelt.

The person I love most enters the palace of marriage with someone else, and I die in a cold and lonely foreign country, that person will not know, that person will not mourn, and in the heart of the person I love the most, I am a complete betrayal By.

Perhaps one day when he learns that he is dead, there will be a ripple in that person's heart. If the result is good, that person will sigh that it is a pity, and if the result is not satisfactory, that person may sneer and say that he deserved it.

When things don't really happen to you, everyone can talk beautifully, because you don't have to be responsible, and the matter has nothing to do with you, but only the person involved can taste the pain that hurts to the marrow.

When you judge a person's actions from the highest point of morality, can you understand how much he has paid behind the scenes?

As a bystander, Chu Jingran does not make any judgments on Zhenran's thoughts and wishes, because everyone is selfish.

Zhenran may have been a great man in the past, but now he may just want to be selfish.

After waking up from the coma, Chu Jingran was very calm and did not ask himself how many days he could live. Cooperating with all the doctor's examinations and treatments, his drowsiness became longer and longer, but whether it was day or night, whether it was sunny or sunny, The night is full of stars, and the man will always be with him by the hospital bed.

Changing from his usual lethargy, Chu Jingran woke up very early today, and his energy was much better than the previous two days. He could feel that he might be leaving this world today.

This may be the flashback.

As soon as he woke up, Chu Jingran said to Ye Xiyang beside him, "Ye Xiyang, I want to go home."

15. You are such an ex-boyfriend 15 (End)

Back home, Ye Xiyang went to the kitchen to make breakfast for others as usual, but Chu Jingran stopped him from entering the kitchen, "Ye Xiyang, teach me how to cook."

Chu Jingran has never touched the pots and pans in the kitchen, where to light the fire, when to put what seasoning, the finer particles are salt, and the larger particles are sugar...

Ye Xiyang was next to him, tirelessly explaining all the precautions, and finally, after a lot of hard work, Chu Jingran officially served the second bowl of noodles in his life for Ye Xiyang.

Although Ye Xiyang was there to guide him, Chu Jingran inevitably couldn't keep up with the rhythm, so the appearance of the noodles was not good, but it was the first time in the past month that Chu Jingran smiled so proudly.

Ye Xiyang was at the dining table looking at the person who looked at him expectantly on the opposite side, closed his eyes, and ate up the noodles mixed with the salty and wet taste, and even drank the soup that smelled of mush.

At noon, Ye Xiyang didn't work, so he sat not far from the living room, staring blankly at Chu Jingran's drawing.

The bright sunlight shone in from the side, and was sieved into mottled pieces by the hollow fine flower curtain, and fell on Chu Jingran's thin forehead. She was extremely pale, but those phoenix eyes were as bright as before.

Glancing at the setting sun outside the window, Chu Jingran smiled contentedly, and finally finished the last painting before evening.

The extreme discomfort in his throat made him cough again, and the next second a broad palm touched his back, and Chu Jingran clearly felt the pair of hands caressing his back.