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Ashe exhausted her imagination, and it was difficult to figure out what happened.

But he can't say anything.

The black hand behind the scenes is stalking, the whereabouts of the Balrog is unknown, Amy is asleep, the Book of Slaanesh is sealed, and Lady Sicily is far away... He is on the edge of a cliff, struggling, how can he act rashly?He didn't dare to reveal a single word to Hemer without getting more information, in case he fell into a worse situation.

He also thought about lying, but the time of waking up was too short, and there were too many unknown factors, he simply couldn't make up a convincing lie—especially in front of Hemer's bloodshot eyes.

He can only be silent.

And silence brings greater loneliness.

It's ironic, he thought that with Hemer's company, the suffocating loneliness that enveloped his world would be a little less, but it turned out to be the other way around.

In other words, if a person would not be lonely as long as his relatives were physically and spatially close, then why was his childhood painful in his previous life?

How naive...

At this moment, Ai Xi suddenly felt that the "simple principle of positive and negative energy hedging" written in Amy's letter was far from that simple.

He smiled bitterly.

Hemo had been watching him, and upon seeing this, the tip of the apple-peeling knife trembled, and it slashed across his index finger.

The blood line flashed, and the blood beads rolled down.

"Ah... I'm going to get a Band-Aid."

Hemo stood up in a panic, turned his head and walked out.

Ashe's thinking was interrupted, and there was a moment of blankness. Hemo got up too quickly, and before he could figure out what happened, he saw the figure turning away.

At that moment, a string in his mind suddenly snapped.

next second.

After Ashe reacted.

He had already grabbed Hemer's wrist and held her tightly.

Homer froze.

Ash was also stunned.

Time seemed to freeze, and the actions of the two were frozen here.

After a while, Ashe let go of her hand like an electric shock.

"Feel sorry--"

He smiled reluctantly: "I probably fell asleep..."

"……fine."

Hemo was still a little dazed, she looked at Ashe, then at her index finger, the wound was a little deep, and blood was still dripping down, she hesitated for a moment, and said: "Don't be afraid, I'll be back after I've bandaged it, just a little while ..."

After a pause, she pointed to the head of the bed again: "Your mobile phone is there, you can reach me anytime."

"it is good."

Ashe's smile was still a bit forced, and Hemo became more hesitant, but she still left the ward without stepping back.

Ashe stared at her back until the door was closed tightly before lying back under the blanket.

"crazy……"

He closed his eyes and muttered to himself.

crazy.

Even if he closes his eyes, the pure white room still remains in front of his eyes, and there are books piled on the floor... crooked tadpole-shaped black words, turning the world into chaos.

A dull pain in the head.

In order to divert attention, Ashe started counting down the seconds.

The first minute passed quickly, and his mind also had a rare peace of mind, but from the third minute, the looming anxiety raised his head again.

By the fifth minute, anxiety turns to question.

Why hasn't Homer come back yet?

This is the medical department, aren't there band-aids everywhere?

Even if the wound is cut deeply, 5 minutes should be enough after cleaning, disinfecting and bandaging?

Where has she gone?

Negative emotions began to spread like cancer cells again, and Ashe tried her best to restrain herself from imagining absurd possibilities like last night, but she was like a mantis.

"Damn..."

At the 7th minute, Ashe couldn't count anymore. He opened his eyes, hesitated for a moment, and pressed the medical bell beside the bed without moving his phone.

"What's wrong? Is there anything uncomfortable?"

The nurse hurried over.

"No, I just want to ask, Dr. Hemer just cut his finger and went to bandage the wound, but he hasn't come back yet..." Ashe smiled apologetically, "I'm sorry to trouble you for such a trivial matter, but Could you please go and ask—"

"Okay, I'll ask now."

The nurse went back and forth quickly: "I heard that Miss Ifrit's heart rate fluctuated abnormally again, and Dr. Hemer hurried over after the wound was half bandaged..."

"Oh."

For some reason, when she heard the news, Ashe felt inexplicably "stuck" in her heart.

This is a very strange mood, because Hemer's choice is too logical. Compared with him who has basically recovered but looks a little afraid of loneliness, Ifrit, who is unconscious and has an abnormal heart rate, is obviously more worthwhile. She paid attention to it—just like when Ashe was sick last night, when she woke up today, it was a long time before she saw Hemer who came in a hurry.

That doesn't mean that Hemer doesn't love him.

This doesn't explain anything.

He also has no position to criticize, to blame, to complain.

Therefore, it can only be "wooden".

After the nurse left the ward, Ashe lay blankly on the hospital bed, looking at the pale ceiling.

Look at the ceiling for a moment, then move your gaze to the wall.

Then came the sheets.

instrument.

door.

window.

Everything is white.

After an unknown amount of time, Ashe suddenly heard the sound of fine rain.

I don't know when the rain started, maybe it has been raining since the beginning, but under the isolation of the windows and corridors, the sound is so small that it is hard to notice.

The rain can only be heard when his world goes blank.

Ashe listened to the sound of the rain and imagined the scene of the rain.

Outside Rhode Island.

In the wilderness of Longmen.

The endless curtain of rain.

After an unknown amount of time, curled up in the bed, he suddenly stretched out his arms as hard as he could, picked up the cell phone by the bed, hesitated for a moment, and made a call.

The phone was connected instantly.

"Hey?"

Ms. Sicily's lazy voice sounded: "Why did you call suddenly at this time? What information do you want me to help you find?"

"Do not……"

Ashe said softly:

"I just wanted to tell you suddenly that it's raining at Longmen."

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"What nonsense are you talking about? It's August, and the weather in Longmen is raining every day."

Ms. Sicily's laughter came from the mobile phone, with a rustling sound unique to cross-city communication: "Don't just play charades here, just tell me if you have anything to do, is it possible that you are asking me to check the information on Rhine's life again? Are you still here?" Worried about your two guardians?"

"..."

Ashe was silent for a long time, then said softly: "Yes."

"Let me just say, you bastard, you can't afford it early." Ms. Sicily said: "Don't worry, you don't need to say, the mole in Syracuse is also turning the life of the Rhine upside down, waiting for valuable new I will contact you when the information is handed in."

After a pause, she smiled again: "Okay, is there anything else you can ask me? Or talk about what you have encountered these days? Although I have a meeting later, but for you, hang out They'll be fine for a while."

"..."

Ashe was silent for a moment, then said, "No, I won't bother you."

"Well, see you later."

The phone hangs up.

Aixi looked at the 1-minute call duration record on the phone screen for a while, put the phone in her arms, and curled up in a ball under the blanket.

It is said that the human speech rate is two hundred words per minute.

So 1 minute is very long, long enough for him to describe the rain scene at Longmen in twenty sentences.

The boundless wilderness draws up the gray curtain in a daze, the steel bridge is covered with silver flashes, the water drops condense on the leaves of the plane trees, and the dome umbrellas bloom on the streets like lotus flowers. The noisy world is only the white noise of the rain.

But 1 minute is also very short.

It was so short that he didn't have time to say the word "lonely".

He heaved a long sigh.

However, this phone call was not completely useless, at least after hearing Ms. Sicily's laughter, the lingering depression in his heart was slightly relieved.

I can barely empty my head and sleep again.

Ashe closed her eyes.

However, before he fell asleep, hurried footsteps came from outside the ICU.

Is Homer back?

Ashe opened her eyes suddenly, stood up and looked towards the door.

But what made his pupils constrict was that the person who appeared behind the glass door was not Hemer, but Saria!

Her uniform was almost soaked by the rain, her trousers and boots were stained with mud, her long hair was glued together by sweat or rain, her face was flushed, and she was panting heavily. Angry, looking embarrassed.

She pressed the glass door, her whole body limp on it, staring blankly at Aixi on the hospital bed, the focus of her pupils was completely condensed on him, and there was no room for other things in her eyes.

"Ma'am! Ma'am! You can't come in in this—"

There were new hurried footsteps in the corridor, several nurses came running out of breath, the first nurse said anxiously: "This is the ICU! Patients must not come into contact with any foreign bacteria—"

The conversation stopped abruptly, because they saw that Serena did not push open the glass door, but just stood outside.

They looked at each other in blank dismay, their footsteps stopped on the spot, wondering if they should step forward and pull Saria away.

According to the rules and regulations, there is no need to hesitate, but...anyone with basic empathy will hesitate for a moment when seeing the dazed back of the woman outside the glass door.

Serena is really tall, close to 1.8 meters tall, and she stands out from the crowd in Rhodes Island, and is different from most tall women who are thin, skinny, and uncoordinated. The strength of the head of the department made her figure have a golden ratio and well-proportioned body. While giving people great visual enjoyment, she can also have a sense of security.

But at this moment, looking at her back, no one would think that this is a strong person worthy of awe, but instead feel like a fragile child who is precarious.

In the quiet corridor, the sound of water ticking.

"I... go change my clothes."

I don't know how long she and Ashe stared at each other, and Seriya finally turned her head, still looking lost, and forced a smile: "Sorry, I have caused you trouble..."

The nurses looked at each other, and the leader sighed, "It's okay, we understand your feelings... Ma'am, you don't have to worry too much, the patient is out of danger..."

Just by looking at the expression, it was clear that Seliya didn't listen at all, she almost followed the nurses to the locker room with three steps back and forth.