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Chapter 206 The diary is full of him

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    Touching the dried blood with his fingertips tremblingly, Li Jingshen's face showed a kind of collapse on the verge of death.

    Li Jingshen's memory has always been very good. Seeing the date at the top of the diary, Shen Zhichu had just returned from the hospital when he was diagnosed with advanced gastric cancer.

    Her face was very pale, and he still remembered how he scolded her that day, why didn't she answer his phone, why did she come back so late, how pale her face was like a ghost.

    He didn't know anything about what happened to Shen Zhichu, and the only thing he was thinking about was Xia Mingyue who was hospitalized.

    That day, he grabbed Shen Zhichu's hand and forcibly drew 600ml of blood.

    On the day Shen Zhichu was diagnosed with stomach cancer, he actually took her to the hospital to give Xia Mingyue a blood transfusion

    The calm man who was good at forbearance and restraint couldn't bear the pain in his heart any longer, he clutched the notebook tightly to his forehead and wept bitterly.

    This diary has a total of 102 pages, and every sentence and word on every page is about him, Li Jingshen.

    I don't know what it feels like, like a lake that has been frozen for a long time is suddenly cut open by a huge stone, causing ripples.

    Shen Zhichu's feelings for him seem to be shallow and trickle, but only those who really lie in it will know how deep her love is.

    In those few years when Shen Zhichu liked him, he loved him so desperately that he really lost his life in the end.

    He always thought that Shen Zhichu would never abandon him no matter what happened, but Shen Zhichu was indeed still by his side, but he lost the living Shen Zhichu in the diary.

    The notebook that has been kept for six years, the yellowed paper, records Shen Zhichu's pain, mottled tears, and blood from illness. Li Jingshen raised his hand and stroked those words carefully, trying to touch Shen Zhichu's past.

    ¡ª¡ª"If there is a next life, you and I will be different, and each will be happy."

    Li Jingshen pulled an ugly smile from the corner of his mouth, but when he smiled, there were big tears falling down.

    Li Jingshen lowered his head and said with sobs: "Shen Zhichu, when you wake up, I will never lose you again."

    At dusk, the setting sun enveloped the entire hospital, and the windows were glowing golden yellow. Li Jingshen was sitting on a chair, holding the half-torn scarf in his hand. He had maintained this posture for an entire afternoon, sitting there motionless  , with hollow eyes and pale complexion.

    Winter is coming, the windows are closed airtightly, and his blurry figure is reflected on the glass, and he stares blankly as if he is looking at a stranger.

    This winter really snowed as Shen Zhichu had imagined, and the stars and white spots outside the window were the first snow this year.

    Snowflakes fell on the edge of the bed, Li Jingshen stood up, and just breathing lightly, a hazy white mist formed on the glass.

    It rarely snows in Rongcheng. He has been in Rongcheng for seven years, and this time he has only seen snow twice.

    The snow in the south is so small that it falls in the palm of your hand and is fleeting.

    Shen Zhichu's physical condition is very poor. She is in a vegetable state and suffers from stomach cancer. She relies on infusions and oxygen tanks to survive every day. If she is not careful, she will disappear without a trace like this snowflake.

    Li Jingshen grabbed the scarf and covered Shen Zhichu's hand, and said in a hoarse voice: "I'm waiting for you to come back this winter and reknit this scarf"

    Li Jingshen touched her rough fingertips, his throat was blocked, he forgot that Shen Zhichu's hands could no longer do these delicate tasks.

    "I'll weave it myself." (Remember this site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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