Lu Shanmin paused for a moment, and felt his heart suddenly stabbed by a knife, causing a burst of pain.

"Poor Sister Zixuan", the little girl was sobbing, "What should I do if you have a few things?"

'What should I do'? This sentence penetrated into Lu Shanmin's heart. He once again felt the feeling four years ago. Ye Zixuan's life and death were uncertain in the ward. He sat on the ground at the door of the ward and heartbroken. That kind of

The pain was thought to be forgotten, but I thought there would be no more, but now I am in my heart again.

The little girl kept talking, saying that this girl who had never seen her cry several times since she was a child, and she choked up while muttering.

Before he knew it, Lu Shanmin also shed two lines of tears.

The streets were deserted at 2 a.m., and occasionally one or two cars drove by, so quiet that they could hear their heartbeat. It was drizzling in the sky, wet our hair, wet our clothes, and wet our hearts.

With a dust-free smile and a pleasant voice, Lu Shanmin never expected that Ye Zixuan was so important in his mind. It was so important that if he could exchange his life for him, he would exchange it without hesitation.

Deliberate avoidance and deliberate suppression, the feelings that were once forcibly sealed surged out like a dam. When you have it, you don’t feel it, but when you lose it, you will feel that kind of pain that is shattered.

He was frightened and worried, and his heart was empty, as if the whole world was dim. Grandpa once mentioned this kind of uneasiness. He thought he understood, but until now, he realized that he did not understand enough before.

Angry and anxious, but I don’t know where to vent my strength or who to vent my strength.

Over the years, it is better to say that he is working hard to protect the people around him. He thought he was mature and strong enough, but now he realizes that he is still so small and incompetent.

"What should I do?" Lu Shanmin raised his head and muttered to himself.

"Brother Shanmin", the little girl wiped the tears from her cheeks and also raised her head. "What would you do if something happened to Sister Zixuan?"

"What will happen to me?" Lu Shanmin repeated, "I don't know."

"Sister Zixuan told me that you wrote her the moon poem."
Chapter completed!