I kicked the male lead away

The black in front of you is not black, what white is the white you speak of.

Looking at the empty ceiling above her head, Fang Zhilan couldn't help singing softly.

She raised her hand in a daze, a needle was inserted on the back of her thin and pale hand, and along the needle, the nutrient solution was injected into her body drop by drop.

From the corner of my eye, I could see the medical equipment beside the bed making rhythmic beeping sounds.

With a "click", the doorknob of the room was turned, and Fang Zhilan turned her head over in response. She was so startled that she couldn't even close her mouth, and her eyes opened wide.

Su... Su... Su Yihe? !

The images hidden deep in her memory flooded into Fang Zhilan's mind instantly like a faucet turned on. She was shocked and suddenly understood what the system said just now.

Different from Fang Zhilan's wandering spirit, Su Yihe clasped the doorknob's hand tightly, even holding his breath, for fear that this was just a dream that had appeared in countless nights, and he would wake up in the blink of an eye.

The two just looked at each other like this, as if time and space had stopped.

In the end, Fang Zhilan timidly called her, "Susu?"

This weak sound, with a clang, completely broke the string that was tense in Su Yihe's mind.

She was suffocating, and stood there for a long time, unable to move, then strode forward, almost mechanically pushing Fang Zhilan back on the bed, who was already half up: "Lie down."

As he spoke, he reached out and rang the nurse's bell beside the bed.

"Susu." Fang Zhilan was confused, opened her mouth and said, "I..."

"Don't talk." Su Yihe took a deep breath, interrupted her, sat on the chair beside the bed, seemed to be talking to Fang Zhilan, and also seemed to be talking to himself, "Don't talk."

Even if it was just a dream, she hoped it would last longer and not be interrupted by the nonsense of the dreamer.

Fang Zhilan vaguely understood her worry, held her face in both hands, and looked at Su Yihe: "Susu, it's really me."

She saw herself in Su Yihe's pupils, and the reflection gradually ignited into sparks, gradually expanding strand by strand.

Su Yihe blinked.

A tear fell from the end of his eye.

Fang Zhilan was a little flustered, she didn't expect that Su Yihe, who had always been indifferent in her memory, would cry, it was obviously just a drop of tears, but it caused her guilt to flood like mountains and seas.

Su Yihe caressed her cheek with his fingertips: "It's really you?"

For some reason, Fang Zhilan felt flustered for no reason, she grabbed her hand with her backhand: "It's me, Susu, I woke up."

I wanted to say something more, but the doctor had already brought the nurse in.

When the doctor was examining Fang Zhilan, Su Yihe was sitting next to her, holding Fang Zhilan's hand tightly, as if this person would disappear if he let go.

It wasn't until the examination was over that she finally calmed down: "Doctor..."

"Miss Fang is in good condition." The doctor filled out the form, "You should be able to leave the hospital soon."

Only then did Fang Zhilan remember that when she left this world, she was hit on the top of her head by a crystal lamp that fell from above her head.

She was taken aback: "I'm in a coma, how long has it been?"

Su Yihe just didn't speak, just looked at her without blinking, as if he was about to swallow life.

In the end, the doctor told Fang Zhilan that she had been in a coma for more than two years.

"I'm sorry..." Fang Zhilan made a slip of the tongue, "I really didn't expect..."

"Don't be sorry." The corners of Su Yihe's lips curled up, and his white fingertips gently smoothed the hair on her forehead, "Alan, take good care of your illness, we'll talk about it when you're discharged from the hospital."

Obviously her tone was gentle and quiet as always, but Fang Zhilan couldn't help shivering.

Seeing that Su Yihe still had a gentle smile on his face, she just suspected that it was her own illusion.

Ever since Fang Zhilan woke up, Su Yihe had been by her side every step of the way, and even at work, he sat in front of her with a laptop to handle affairs.

Fang Zhilan tried to contact B126, but found that it seemed to have disappeared and never responded.

It was not until the day she was discharged from the hospital that Fang Zhilan was finally able to breathe the fresh air from the outside world.

As if she had never been in this world, she looked at the scenery outside the window with novelty, looking at the exquisite luxury goods displayed in the window on the street.

Su Yihe only had her eyes: "Does Ah Lan like it?"

"I like it." Fang Zhilan wished she could stick her face to the car window, "That's great."

She really didn't expect that she would be able to come back one day.

"Then why don't you buy them all for you?" Su Yihe's hands dishonestly wrapped around her waist, and Fang Zhilan could feel her fiery breath on the back of her neck.

"Forget it then." Fang Zhilan thought for a while, "These things are very expensive."

Su Yihe seemed to be amused by her, and couldn't help but bury his head behind Fang Zhilan's ear, rubbing the tip of his nose against her soft skin: "As long as A-Lan wants it, I can afford it, as long as you want it ..."

Even though she has been ignoring this strange feeling in recent days, Fang Zhilan still has to admit that there seems to be something wrong with Su Yihe.

Although the two of them were inseparable in the past, it will definitely not be like this now. There is nothing else in her eyes except herself.

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Su Yihe took Fang Zhilan back to the villa where they lived together.

Only then did Fang Zhilan realize that her house hadn't even changed its furnishings, it was clean, as if she had never left.

"Susu..." Fang Zhilan's eyes were red, and she tried not to let the tears fall, "Thank you."

"Why are you crying?" Su Yihe put his lips close to her ear, with a low voice of bewitchment, "You can wake up, shouldn't you be happy?"

As she said that, she still didn't forget to gently suck away the tears from Fang Zhilan's eyes.

Fang Zhilan flinched and was already pulled into her arms. Su Yihe's voice sounded like a spell in her ears: "Alan, are you unhappy?"

"Ah?" Not understanding why she would ask such a question, Fang Zhilan suddenly raised her head, "Of course I'm very happy."

Even though she didn't come back voluntarily, from the first time she woke up and saw Su Yihe, Fang Zhilan thanked the system for this error from the bottom of her heart.

She found that she was happier than ever to be with Su Yihe.

It seems that there is something different inexplicably in the mood.

Fang Zhilan suddenly realized that the system had exchanged the emotions it had taken away from her.

She tiptoed tentatively, and planted a kiss on Su Yihe's cheek, and her heart rippled instantly.

It's true, Fang Zhilan opened her mouth wide in surprise, she can love her Susu completely and unscrupulously.

"Is it that impatient?" Su Yihe chuckled, and gradually brought him to the bedside.

"No...it's not." Fang Zhilan spoke incoherently, but found that no matter how she explained, she could only say that it was getting darker and darker. Su Yihe's slender and nimble five fingers had already lifted some obstructions.

Fang Zhilan's bright red lips gradually could only break down in sobs.

"It was just right when I was thinking about you." Su Yihe was fully dressed, still calm and composed, "I didn't expect that Ah Lan could not wait."

she is not!

Fang Zhilan shouted silently, glared at Su Yihe with her watery eyes, but only replaced her with a more ruthless move.

Fang Zhilan cried so loudly, if she could not see the indelible nostalgia in Su Yihe's eyes, she would have suspected that she didn't love herself anymore, and she attacked so hard, as if she wanted to make her die again.

Fortunately, Su Yihe just let her die, and didn't really kill Fang Zhilan.

Even so, Fang Zhilan was exhausted enough, in a daze, Su Yihe seemed to pass a piece of light letter paper to him: "Ah Lan, do you remember this?"

what?

Fang Zhilan's eyes were filled with mist, and she couldn't see clearly at all.

"Don't you remember?" A cruel smile curled up on the corner of Su Yihe's lips, "I originally thought that when A-Lan woke up, he could explain it to me."

Fang Zhilan shuddered, remembering.

This is a letter she specially wrote to Su Yihe before she left this world in order not to make Su Yihe sad.

But for her, too much time had passed, and Fang Zhilan couldn't remember what she had written.

"Alan read it to me, okay?" Su Yihe asked seductively.

Fang Zhilan had no choice but to wipe away the tears from her eyes, and honestly read it word by word: "Dear Susu, when you read this letter, I may not be here...not here..."

Her voice was getting lower and lower.

"Read." Su Yihe said viciously, biting her tender neck, "Why don't you continue reading."