CHAPTER 66

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When I took the wedding ring, I didn't know what to do, and I still didn't know what to do after I took it.

But he still came in in the intensive care unit. He thought that he should have brought him this wedding ring by himself. He said he would marry himself.

So, he silently walked to Song Zhixi and sat down, grabbed his left hand, and there was obviously a ring mark on the ring finger.

"I have thought about the scene of putting a wedding ring on you countless times, but I didn't expect it to be...in the ward."

"Are you okay...Hey."

White Jiu Ruoqing asked, leaning down to kiss his lips, just tapped and left, then took the ring and slowly put it on his left ring finger.

Tears dripped on the ring and on the sheets.

In eleven years, he kissed him for the first time, but he didn't realize it...

How much he hopes that he kissed him actively, and hoped for so many years.

Tears were still dripping, he held his fist to his mouth, lowered his head and sobbed quietly, trying not to let himself cry, but his body trembled, and the sound of sobbing was impossible. inhibition.

Only suddenly, a pale and cold hand touched the eyelids from the tearful chin all the way, and wiped off the tears with little effort, very gentle and careful.

He suddenly raised his head and found that Song Zhixi was awake!

The hand touching my cheek is the hand wearing the wedding ring.

His voice is dumb and weak, so weak that he can hardly hear him, "wife..."

If Bai Jiu can't hear clearly, but he always feels that it is the word "wife", but he is not him. Wife?

Song Zhixi actually had a faint consciousness when he put the ring on himself. He felt that someone was holding his hand and he put himself on a marriage that he thought was more important than his life. Quit.

It should be the one who loves you the most...what's your name? Can't remember it anymore.

I only know that it must be his wife, and he is still crying.

In his dreams before, he kept crying. He was going to leave, but he couldn't bear to watch him crying, so he went back to comfort him, hugged him, coaxed him, and thought Make him smile.

But he still cries and sings such an unpleasant song. It really has no way to get him, especially a headache.

At the moment he opened his eyes, he looked around, the light flooded in, and he saw a crying person beside the bed, very distressed, and wanted to wipe his tears.

"Don't cry... I'm not... well..."

He stretched out his hand again and stroked his long white hair, smooth as silk and as delicate as snow, and all his memories came back in an instant .

Bai Jiuruo, his childhood sweetheart, his junior high school classmates, high school classmates, and college classmates.

The two of them have been together, and they plan to get married.

I really got married later and lived together for three years.

The two often quarrel and quarrel. He has a bad temper and always wants to let him be softened by himself, and he has only been softened by himself, because he loves him and can't bear to see him angry and sad.

Later, I don't know why he ran away and went to work as an actor in a crew in Sioux City. He chased after him and played with him.

Maybe it was what I did that made him angry, but I can't remember what I did.

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