The Protagonists are All Villains (MTL) [COMPLETED]

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Xiaoxi...

Sorry, please allow me to call your name like that, Xiaoxi, Xiaoxi, this name was read tens of thousands of times in my heart, like ancient traces, deeply in my bones and blood.

You probably don't think that someone will gather your information madly, even if it's just a few words about you.

When I accidentally touched your comic, I felt that you were unhappy, and there was sadness behind the story.

I look forward to being able to stand in front of you one day, hold you in my arms, and warn you not to be sad, otherwise, I will kiss you.

But I know that you Ji Shengxi is a girl who disdains to show her vulnerability. You have your own pride, so I carefully planned how to pretend to appear in your life inadvertently and deliberately.

First of all, choose a sunny day. The sun must be very bright that day. I am wearing white T-shirt jeans. Like the male lead in your comics, I walked through the crowds and faced you face-to-face, but I guess, you The look in my eyes will probably pass across my face indifferently, passing me like many countless strangers.

What would I do if this were true? I have seriously thought about this question, the answer is, I will drag you backhand, and then talk to you.

I don't have such a good temper, and I can tolerate leaving you away from me even if you stretch your feet to kick me.

I'm picking the right day for the calendar and checking the weather forecast every day. I want to meet you at the right time. That's how I planned, but what I did not expect was that the plan couldn't keep up with the changes.

I was ill and terminally ill, and the doctor determined that I would have at most six months.

When I put on the white T and walked towards you, the moment you passed me indifferently, I was afraid to hold your hand timidly.

I secretly call you Xiaoxi behind you, but you know nothing about it and never look back.

Xiaoxi, I bought all your comics and told my parents that after I die, if there are new comics, remember to burn them in front of my grave, in Huangquan in hell, there is your story, I am not alone.

.........

The setting sun sprinkled in from the balcony and fell on the paper, and the writing was a little trance. Unconsciously, tears slipped from her eyes silently. Ji Shengxi didn't know why she was crying, but she couldn't help herself.

Ji Shengxi found the address from the postmark on the envelope, and not far from the city hospital.

She walked in the hallway of the hospital. It was probably that her expression was a little weird. The people around her slightly circumvented her. At this moment, her mind was surrounded by the information she got from the nurse---

"Five years ago, there was a terminally ill teenager living in our hospital. His physical condition was not suitable for leaving the hospital, but he would go out wearing white T-shirt jeans every few days and would not let anyone follow. "

"I don't know if it's a miracle. The doctor said that he could only live for half a year at most. But half a year later he didn't die and became a vegetative. He has been in a lethargic state and hasn't woke up until now."

She asked, "What's his name?"

"Qinhuai."

Ji Shengxi stood at the door of that ward, lifted his hand and pushed away, stepped inside, it was very quiet, came to the bedroom after the living room, and the person was lying on the bed.