When I regained consciousness, a pungent smell of disinfectant filled my mouth and nose, and I couldn't help but frown slightly.

The blurred vision gradually became clearer, and the first thing that caught his eye was an unlit white woven lamp.

Snow-white walls, snow-white floors, snow-white sheets and pillows, and a loose blue and white hospital gown. Well, it's good, this is a hospital, and it also proves enough that I'm not dead.

"Ah... Zhiyan, you finally woke up!"

Damn it! Who is it? Don’t you know this is a ward? You screamed so loudly that it hurt my ears that had just woken up...

Before I could finish complaining in my heart, a pair of slender arms suddenly hugged my neck, and a low sobbing sound was particularly clear in my ears: "Zhiyan, Young Master Holland has already told me what happened. I'm sorry...

...I shouldn't doubt you, I'm sorry...Zhiyan, can you still...forgive me?"

"What? What are you talking about??" I was stunned for a few seconds and wanted to raise my arms to push the person on me away, but found that my body was still limp. Even though I could lift my arms, I was unable to do anything else.

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I had to ask tentatively: "...An Lan?"

"Zhiyan, you...forgive me, right?" The person hanging on his neck finally let go of his arm. It was really An Lan. Her eyebrow-length bangs were slightly messy, her big eyes were swollen like walnuts, and there were still

The crystal tears kept rolling down. I felt distressed for a while, and immediately smiled, stretched out my hand and patted her shoulder that was shaking slightly due to sobbing: "Stop talking about this, it's me who should be sorry."

That’s right.”

It's me who should say sorry. As a good friend, I shouldn't hide anything from you. An Lan, I'm sorry. An Lan, thank you for still forgiving me.

"555555~~~~Zhiyan..." This crybaby actually started crying on my body again. Okay, okay, for the sake of my good mood, I will tolerate you getting wet for the time being.

My lady's clothes.

The clear warm sunshine shines in through the polished glass windows, spreading the warmth throughout the room. What happened in the abandoned factory and the Long family mansion not long ago still remains in my mind, clearly visible... Are you dead?

?The arrogant Long Jingyou? The scheming seven actually fell in love sometimes. Even if their love was not accepted by the world, at least they loved each other without hesitation. Under the temptation of power and money, they became...

No longer pure, but at the last moment of life, everything was reduced to zero... This can be regarded as the final awakening, right?

I think I admire seven a little bit, even if it's just for a moment. How much courage and infatuation do you need to make someone willing to give his life for you? What about me? When will there be someone who is willing to do it for me?

Giving everything or... can I be willing to risk my life for him?

Are money and rights really that important? Haha... maybe, without these, we can only be weak, struggling in this materialistic world.

But even if you have the whole world, but only lose your heart, what's the point of getting all this? When you stand at the highest point and overlook everything you have, you suddenly find that you can no longer find someone to accompany you.

The person you look at the scenery with. What kind of loneliness will this be?

Is this the case for you too, Kong Tong Mingcheng?

Hearing the door knock, I quickly put away my thoughts. I don't know when An Lan was sitting on the bedside and began to concentrate on peeling an apple. He saw two people standing outside the door, apple knives in their hands.

There was a sudden shudder and a soft sound, and the chopped apple peel rolled down onto the granite floor.

Following An Lan's line of sight, maybe because of the angle, I could barely see the blurry outlines of two people, an old man and a young man, standing against the backlight.

"President...President...please...please sit down...I...I..." An Lan was so shocked that she was a little incoherent.

Stepping in, seeing An Lan still looking nervous, Nalan Huiqian smiled faintly, put his big hand on her trembling little head comfortingly, and said, "You are An Lan, right? Don't be afraid.

,We are all good friends, aren’t we?”

"Nalan... Zhixun?" I turned my attention to Nalan Zhixun who was standing aside. I had a lot of questions in my mind that I wanted to ask, but for a moment I didn't know how to ask.

Just as I was thinking about it, I suddenly felt a heat all over my body. When I raised my head again, Nalan Huiqian's old face was already in front of me: "Haha, you are Zhiyan, right? Come on, come on, let grandpa take a look... Oops,

She is so beautiful, even my precious granddaughter is ashamed of herself!"

"Uh...?" Speechless, speechless, completely speechless... This old naughty boy who suddenly burst into tears and hugged me as if he was recognizing a relative and couldn't push me away is really the Chairman of the National Committee of the Chinese People's Political Consultative Conference, TV
Chapter completed!