"I gave him depression medicine this morning, but he didn't take it." The doctor frowned, "It's impossible without taking medicine!"

Mrs. Fu: "I'll have a good talk with him tomorrow."

Doctor: "I heard that he listens to Qin An'an more, otherwise..."

"No! It's her fault that my son is like this. This woman will only bring misfortune to my son!" Mrs. Fu said emotionally.

The doctor declined to comment.

He is only responsible for Fu Shiting's physical condition.

"I know you didn't mean to speak for Qin An'an... Let's talk tomorrow! See if he can listen to me." Mrs. Fu quickly compromised.

She hoped that her son would get better soon, and she could put everything else aside.

...

After Qin Anan took a shower, she walked to the window and looked at the snow outside.

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The ground has turned white, like a layer of silver, and the dark night suddenly becomes a little brighter

An impulse surged up in my heart.

She picked up her phone and wanted to call Fu Shiting.

Want to hear his voice.

After much thought, she was afraid that he would not answer the phone, so she sent him a voice message instead.

Even if she can't hear his voice, let him hear her voice and let him know that she is actually thinking about him all the time.

After sending the voice message, she walked to the living room, took out the wool, and started knitting a sweater.

The world is quiet, and my heart is immersed.

At around two o'clock in the night, Fu Shiting was awakened by a nightmare.

His forehead was covered with hot sweat, and there was a rare fear in his eyes.

These days, he dreams about his death every night.

This is not the scariest thing.

The scary thing is that in the dream, his body was incomplete, his flesh and blood were mangled, and his face was unrecognizable.

He turned into a pile of rotten flesh!

Surrounding him were only flies and bugs.

Every time he wakes up, he hates himself so much!

He found his phone, turned it on, and checked the time.

He accidentally clicked on WeChat with his finger, and Qin Anan's profile picture appeared in front of his eyes.

He clicked on her dialog box with trembling fingers and saw the voice message she sent.

He clicked the voice button, and her voice flowed out——

——Fu Shiting, it snowed today, did you see it? I heard that you were discharged from the hospital today. I hope you recover quickly! I wanted to call you, but I was afraid of disturbing you, so I sent you a voice message. Let me look at me

Snow here!

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Clicking on the picture, he saw a field of white snow.

His Adam's apple moved, and the shadow caused by the nightmare was suppressed.

He clicked on her voice over and over again, listening to her clean and crisp voice, and his heart, controlled by the disease, gradually became peaceful.

One week later.

Fu Shiting appeared in ST Group.

He was sitting in a wheelchair with a light wool blanket covering his legs.

His face was as cold and noble as ever, and his whole body exuded an aura that kept strangers away.

If you didn't look at his legs, it would be hard to imagine that he almost died half a month ago.

After he entered the office, his assistant Zhou Ziyi immediately reported to him.

After the report was over, Zhou Ziyi asked: "Boss, what would you like to drink? Coffee? Or milk?"
Chapter completed!