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    After the examination on the first day, you can have laser treatment the next day.

    Ye Zhiqiu still came early to watch Ami get up.  It was cooler today, so she helped Ami match the clothes she wanted to wear.

    Wear a blue sweater with slim pants and canvas shoes underneath.  Ayo has a fair complexion and three-dimensional facial features. She looks very beautiful with a little dressing up.  Like a work of art.  ,

    Zhiqiu likes the feeling of helping Ami get dressed, and enjoys it: "Come, sit down, I will help you comb your hair."

    Mi¡¯s eyes are tied with gauze, and her hair is stretched to attract the attention of others more easily. However, autumn is relatively dry now, and she is wearing a sweater. If her hair is not tied up, it will easily look disheveled.

    Ye Zhiqiu took out the prepared colorful headband from his bag, gently gathered the ends of Ami's hair and tied it up.

    "That's okay, this way the hair won't be blown up and it won't look messy."

    Ye Zhiqiu looked at Ami with satisfaction again, and couldn't help but reached out and pinched her face: "It looks good."

    Ami touched his face with some anxiety.

    She was a little nervous at the thought of going to the hospital and starting treatment.

    Ye Zhiqiu has repeatedly explained to her that these treatments are only to keep her eyes in a healthy state and do not belong to the scope of transplant surgery.

    Doesn¡¯t it mean that transplantation can be done after treatment?  Ami understood it this way, so she took today's examination as the first step in regaining her sight.

    Ami covered her face and thought about the surgery for a long time. There were many things she wanted to ask and say, but when she opened her mouth, she asked Ye Zhiqiu: "Zhiqiu seems to like pinching my face."

    It would have been better if she didn't say anything. As soon as she said it, Zhiqiu's fingers became a little stiff. She clenched her fingers and put her hands behind her back as if she had done something bad, leaning against the table.

    Does this behavior seem too intimate?  Ye Zhiqiu was at a loss for a while and couldn't find a suitable reason to explain away Ami's doubts.

    Seeing that Ami kept touching her face, she blamed herself a little, maybe because she didn't use the strength well.

    Ye Zhiqiu asked Ami: "Does it hurt from being pinched?"

    Ami quickly shook her head: "It doesn't hurt."

    It doesn¡¯t hurt at all, and it feels a little comfortable. Every time I squeeze it, I feel refreshed. I just know why Qiu is doing this.  Ami's hands were still covering her cheeks: "I want to pinch you like this too."

    This way she will probably know why Zhiqiu keeps pinching her.

    Fan Xiaozhu tried his best to describe Zhiqiu to her, but besides being pretty, beautiful, and very temperamental, Fan Xiaozhu couldn't say anything else.

    Ami couldn¡¯t imagine what Zhiqiu looked like from these words. Although she had touched it before, she was still a little scared at that time and didn¡¯t dare to touch it carefully.

    I just remember that it is very soft and silky.

    It turns out that I didn¡¯t think my actions were too ambiguous.  Ye Zhiqiu originally planned to get rid of this involuntary habit. Later, he thought that if he just pinched it gently, he would do similar actions to cute children he saw on the street. He didn't think too much.

    Ye Zhiqiu breathed a sigh of relief and took the hand behind his back to pull Ami's and put it on his cheek: "I pinched you, so I have to pinch you back?"

    It¡¯s not a good idea to be a little petty.

    Ami nodded, feeling the temperature of her fingertips, her expression became serious.  She wanted to remember this touch carefully and firmly in her heart.

    Ye Zhiqiu was standing, slightly bent over, with his hands behind his back, his fingertips gently hooked on the edge of the table, and was pinched by Ami, like a stereotyped doll, motionless.

    Ami sat on the chair, holding Ye Zhiqiu's face with both hands.

    Large areas of brilliance spilled from their contrasting facial features, forming dots of color on the floor. This gave birth to a lot of brilliance in the monotonous room.

    Ami's movements were very light, her fingers didn't dare to use any force at all, they almost just brushed lightly against Ye Zhiqiu's skin.

    "These are the eyebrows, thin and slightly curved here." Ami laughed, thinking of the cartoon he loved when he was a child. The little boy in the cartoon had two thick eyebrows.

    ¡°Zhiqiu shouldn¡¯t be like that.

    It¡¯s okay if Ami doesn¡¯t speak, but when he speaks or smiles, the air around Ye Zhiqiu¡¯s cheeks moves.

    Ye Zhiqiu's fingertips on the edge of the table were already a little white. She pretended to be relaxed, narrowed her eyebrows slightly, and smiled: "Mi's eyebrows are thinner than mine, and the color is not as thick as mine."

    Ye Zhiqiu¡¯s eyebrows are dark and dense like his father¡¯s, which makes him look energetic.

    &My wife didn¡¯t think so.  "

    "Then why are you writing now?" Ye Zhiqiu was a little absent-minded. She was still worried about Ami, fearing that Ami would be wronged where she could not see.

    The man couldn't feel Ye Zhiqiu's anxiety. He was completely immersed in his own writing creation. He said: "In order to show my wife, I write a little bit every day, telling her what I did today and what I encountered. There is nothing surprising, but  My wife likes it."

    "Does your wife also write?" Ye Zhiqiu didn't quite understand what was so easy to communicate about such trivial matters.

    The man shook his head: "My wife doesn't write. She has no legs and is reluctant to go out. I often tell her about things outside."

    But you can¡¯t even see it.

    Ye Zhiqiu was startled for a moment, and the doubts in his eyes became deeper.

    The door to the treatment room finally opened.

    Ye Zhiqiu stood up and went up to hold Ami's hand.

    Mi looked the same as usual, except that her hair was inevitably a little disheveled. She was smiling and seemed to be in a good mood.

    "Zhiqiu, it doesn't hurt. I don't feel anything at all. I just sat there and couldn't move." Ami stayed close to Zhiqiu, fearing that hurried pedestrians would separate them.

    "Zhiqiu, it's not as cold as outside here. The sweater you bought is warm and just perfect for today."

    "Zhiqiu, you know, the nurse said she wanted to help me out, so I said no. I know the location of the door. I remembered it as soon as I entered. Ami is not a person who knows nothing."

    They are all insignificant words, but just listening to this voice makes me feel safe.

    When turning a corner, Ye Zhiqiu looked back and saw a touch of green in the crowd, and the clicking sound was pleasant to his ears.  Ye Zhiqiu tightened his palms, held Ami's hand and smiled: "Do you want Ami to write all this down?"

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