To The Lovely You

   "Luo Yichen!" She recited his name silently in her heart and wanted to sit up and rush over to hug him tightly. But his body seemed to be pressed down by a heavy stone, unable to move at all.

   His face was as indifferent as usual, his lips were pursed tightly, and he walked towards her hospital bed step by step.

   Watching him get closer and closer to him... The surrounding scenery slowly blurred, and the whole world seemed to be only her and him.

  Su Rourou only felt a little sour in her nose, and a complex emotion swelled in her chest. Her heart swelled, and tears began to roll in her eyes unconsciously.

  Luo Yichen has been standing in front of the hospital bed for a long, long time, without speaking, just staring at Su Rourou's pale face quietly.

   Just when Su Rourou thought he would stand like this for the rest of his life without speaking, his thin lips finally moved, and he said softly, "Idiot, does it still hurt?"

   Hearing him speak to herself in such a gentle voice, Su Rourou's voice was a little choked, and her tears flowed uncontrollably.

  No pain...No more pain! I'll be all right when I see you... She whispered aggrievedly in her heart, but her throat seemed to be sealed, and she couldn't make a sound.

   "Idiot, you... don't cry!" Luo Yichen, who had no expression on his face at first, suddenly panicked.

   He quickly took out a tissue and carefully wiped the tears off her face.

   Later, he gently hugged her like that, and massaged her lower abdomen one by one. A warm current passed from his hand to every cell in her body.

   In the dream, Su Rourou only felt that her whole body was warmed up, surrounded by the unique mint scent of Luo Yichen.

   Smelling this familiar scent to her, she soon entered a sweeter dreamland.

   When she woke up the next morning, there was still a smile on the corner of her mouth, but that smile quickly condensed on her lips.

   She found herself lying on the bed alone, with no one by her side.

   slender fingers caressed the slightly wrinkled quilt unconsciously, and she felt a little lonely in her heart: It turns out that no matter how real a dream is, it is just a dream... He has never been here...

   After a few days, Su Rou Rou's body gradually recovered, and she finally returned to the classroom.

   On that day, she passed by Luo Yichen's seat, her footsteps obviously stopped, and she glanced at him tentatively.

   The expression on Luo Yichen's face was still the same as before, but she always felt that this indifference was fundamentally different from the indifference of the past.

   She thought, this time he must be very angry, very angry? Otherwise, he wouldn't have been hospitalized for so many days, and he didn't even look at himself. Even, she never replied to the text message she sent. But she thinks of him every day, dreams of him every night...

  Thinking of this, Su Rourou's heart throbbed slightly, and she let out an almost inaudible sigh.

   She stared at her phone in a daze every day, hoping to receive a text message from him at some inadvertent moment.

   One day during class break, she rested her chin with one hand and rested the other on the desk, and was secretly looking at Luo Yichen's silhouette in a daze, when she suddenly heard Hou Xiaofeng's voice at the door of the classroom.

   "Luo Yichen, there is a beauty looking for you!"

   This sentence attracted the attention of the whole class—especially Su Rourou's.

  Everyone looked at the door in unison, looking for the figure of the beauty that Hou Xiaofeng said.

   I saw a girl with a bright smile sticking her head out of the classroom door and waving at Luo Yichen affectionately: "Brother Yichen!"