In the early morning, the sun shines through the curtains and quietly into Yuyan's bedroom. She slowly woke up from her dream, got up and left the bed, preparing to go to the bathroom to wash up. However, the moment she stood up, darkness, like an invisible shadow, enveloped her tightly again. What followed was a severe headache, like a sharp blade waving wildly in her head, which made her unbearable. Her body instantly lost its balance, as if all its strength had been taken away, and she collapsed helplessly on the cold floor. Faced with this sudden pain, she could only helplessly shake her head, her eyes flashing with unspeakable exhaustion and helplessness.
Due to the lack of vision, she could not reach the painkillers, so she could only lie helplessly on the ground, tears falling silently and wetting her cheeks. She bit her lip tightly, trying to suppress the unbearable pain, but the pain did not ease at all. In desperation, she could only slam her head against the ground, hoping to relieve the endless torture. However, with each impact, her consciousness gradually blurred. Fall into coma.
The ringtone of the mobile phone fell like drizzle on Yu Yan's dream, waking her up from her deep sleep. She slowly opened her eyes and looked out the window. The night was quiet, like a silent ink painting. Only the faint moonlight fell, adding a bit of mystery and poetry to the quiet night.
Yu Yan barely supported herself, pressing her hands hard on the ground, trying to struggle up from the cold ground. The ground in front of her was stained with dazzling bloodstains, like a messy and cruel picture, reminding her of the thrilling experience she had experienced. The wound on her forehead was aching, and every beat was like a mockery of her, which she couldn't ignore.
However, Yu Yan still stood up strongly. Although her body was shaking unsteadily, she still walked firmly to the bed. She picked up the cell phone on the bedside table and answered, "Hello" in a very weak voice.
"Yuyan, your voice sounds wrong. Are you sick again? " Liming asked worriedly on the other end of the phone.
"No, brother, everything is fine with me." Yu Yan shook her head gently, trying to hide her inner panic, not wanting Liming to worry about her.
"Where are you now?" Dawn's voice came again, revealing unconcealable concern, "I am at your door now."
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"At the door of my house..." Yuyan's heartbeat quickened. She didn't want Liming to see her haggard appearance at the moment, so she quickly replied: "I'm dealing with some things outside now, maybe You'll be back very late, brother, can you go back first? "
"Tell me where you are, and I'll pick you up." Li Ming's voice was firm and gentle.
"It's really no need, brother." Yuyan tried to make her voice sound more natural,"I'm with my friends now, so there's no need to worry.Heart me. "After saying that, she hung up the phone decisively, not giving Liming any chance to continue questioning.
After hanging up the phone, Yu Yan sat helplessly on the ground, hugging her knees tightly with both hands, Her head was buried deep in it, and tears fell silently. She fell into confusion and confusion, and an indescribable fear surged in her heart. The disease was raging like a storm, becoming more violent every time, mercilessly destroying her body and mind. She felt powerless. She was eager to know when this endless pain would end. The doctor's words echoed in her ears. If she did not perform surgery, her condition would deteriorate rapidly and she might even lose her sight. Faced with this reality, she couldn't help but wonder if she had enough courage to face it all.
"Yu Yan, I love you, let's start over, okay? "Shijun's voice echoed in her heart, and her longing surged like a tide. She longed to feel Shijun's warm embrace again, missed the tranquility and tenderness he had given her, and crazily missed every smile and every move he made. A look. This deep affection made her unable to extricate herself, and her tears slipped quietly. She sank helplessly in the ocean of longing.
Tears slowly dripped down her thin cheeks, and she lay down weakly. On the ground, the cold and hard ground became her only solace since she was suffering from illness. The violent coughs kept hitting her body. She covered her mouth and tried to get up from the ground. She knew it was caused by cold. But she had no time to care about it. She was only filled with longing for Shijun and longing for the past.