In the hospital, the door of the ward opened without a sound.

When Tyson ran over, he saw the girl.


He didn't say anything, Meadow pulled him out into the hallway and closed the door.

The man lay on the bed, his head tilted to one side, sleeping, deep in his dream.

Not knowing what was in his dream, he frowned, showing that his sleep was not peaceful.


The hand on the bed was wearing a wedding ring.

The girl walked slowly, finally stopping in front of the man's hospital bed.


Her eyes fell on the man's ring finger.

She didn't know what she was thinking.

She just stared at the ring for a long time, staring until she fell into thought.

Not knowing how long it had been, the man opened his eyes vaguely, seeing the girl in his dream.

He smiled slightly: "I'm dreaming again."

Like a friend he hadn't seen for a long time, his tone of voice to her was both gentle and warm: "That's great, you still appear in my dream."

The girl standing by the bed was lost in thought, her eyes gradually focused on that person's face. It had only been a month, but he had lost a lot of weight.

Perhaps it was because of his words, or perhaps it was because of the gentle warmth in his eyes that she had never seen before.

She didn't want to think of a way to express that she hated him.

She suddenly lowered her head, and a hot kiss gently fell on his forehead: "Is this a dream?" She asked.

The man's eyes revealed a look of surprise, but also great joy, the corners of his lips curved up: "It's a dream."

She also smiled slightly, seemingly forgetting the love-hate relationship between the two, forgetting all the pain in the past. Like an old friend meeting again, she reached out to pinch his bicep: "Is it a dream?"

Suddenly a painful feeling came, the man woke up with a start, not daring to close his eyes, afraid that if he closed his eyes when he opened them again, he would not see her anymore.

"It hurts." He said: "But it's not that painful, pinch again."

She took an apple from the side, quietly and peeled it, after a while she finished peeling it, and she brought the apple in front of the man.

The apple in front of her gave off a fragrant smell.

The man opened his eyes wide, he felt that everything was even more unreal, so he hesitated and did not dare to accept the apple.

Who knows, if he accepts the apple, the apple will disappear in a second.

'When will the surgery start?"

The man suddenly felt anxious: 'Who told you that?"

'Tomorrow or the day after?" She asked back, not caring about his question.

'The day after." He stared at her. Saying he was stubborn, she was more stubborn than him. If he didn't ask clearly, she wouldn't give up.

The girl nodded, and brought the apple in front of the man again: 'You're not going to eat it? I peeled it."

That sentence made the man's heart warm up. He had never been a weak man, but at this moment, one could see his eyes were a little red. He quickly blinked, tears flowing back into them, then raised his hand to take the apple.

Eating each bite, each bite, as if what he was eating was not an apple but a precious gem. And each bite felt very sweet.

His mind was a little chaotic, and he was unable to guess her thoughts. He ate each piece of apple while she stood next to him, quietly peeling another piece for him.

When he finished eating, she had just finished peeling the second apple, she handed it to him.

The man said nothing, took the apple, and started eating.

The second apple, the third apple... It was not until the fifth apple that he looked at the apple in his hand with difficulty. Even if he liked eating apples, he could not eat so much at once. Moreover, he did not like eating apples. "Eat a little more, otherwise you will have no strength left." The girl said coldly. In the man's mind, he asked, "I have no strength left?" What strength?

He was still using the knowledge in his mind to think about what she said, when the girl next to him said, "Are you not going to eat anymore? Are you full?"

"Enough." The man did not understand what she meant, eating apples makes you full?

In addition to the doubts in his heart, confusion also appeared on his face.

The girl turned and walked towards the door of the hospital room.

In a flash, a great loss fell upon him.

He wanted to call her to stop, but she didn't stop... The surgery the day after tomorrow, only God knew what the outcome would be.

He wanted to give her the whole world, wanted to bring her happiness, wanted to be with her for the rest of his life...

But at this moment, everything had become nothing. Who knows, in the coming days, he will live or die.

As for the reason she appeared at his bedside at night... Forget it, it's up to her.

With a click, the sound of the door locking echoed in the cold hospital room.

He saw her turn around: "You..."

But the girl stood in front of his bed, quietly looking at him for a while.

He was a man, rarely being looked at by others to the point of blushing: "I know you hate me, even if you want me to die right now, as long as you are happy, I will agree. But I don't hope to dirty your hands. Or you can wait, wait until the day after tomorrow when I have surgery. Don't worry, the success rate is very low. The things I owe you, I will have to pay you back sooner or later. You don't need to dirty your hands, even if you don't care, but I... care."

Milan heard that she had already bought a plane ticket, but in the middle of the night, she came back, appeared in his hospital room, and even locked the door... Perhaps, he owed her too much, hurt her too much. She hated him so much, hated him to death, so it was not impossible.