He listened motionlessly, silently saying nothing.

She doesn't believe Zuo Zhan.

No time it was better to say than singing, but what was the result? Now, if she believed him again, even if it was a punctuation mark, she would have been in vain.

Zuo Zhan could also guess what she was thinking, so he pondered for a long time, and he said, "Don't believe me, this time it's true..."

He gently held the wishing hand, pulled her up, and hugged her in his arms. He did not exert any force, but just hugged her gently, holding her back with his big hands, feeling her thin body, and closed his eyes unbearably.

"Sorry, I realized my heart too late. I'm sorry, I've suffered so much over the years..." Until now, Zuo Zhan discovered that he really likes to make wishes, and likes them more than anything else. But really caring about cherishing someone is just hoping that she is good, safe and happy.

Since she no longer wants it, she can only...

The rare wish that he did not push away might be due to a continuous fever, his body was too weak, and he was really weak.

The night outside gradually subsided, and the pale light reflected on the floor. The cold light reflected off the deep eyes was dim. He hugged her, but his warm body could not resolve the coolness of the bones, as if it had penetrated into the blood vessels of the skin, frozen the blood and heart.

It took a long time to let her go, and she tugged her lips and smiled, "Let me do something for you in the end. Your health is not good now. You will take care of it. When the fever completely subsides and your health is better, I will send you back."

Pu Feng looked at him blankly, unable to estimate the authenticity of his words, but the sadness in Zuo Zhan's eyes could not deceive people. She was silent for a long time before saying, "...Okay."

Zuo Zhan got up and walked out.

Xun looked at his back, tall and tall, but seemed to be trying to suppress something. At that moment, her heart seemed to be squeezed hard by something.

Xu Feng's body was too weak and he had a fever for two consecutive days. The doctor was cautious when taking medicine, so he seemed very slow to reduce the fever. She was not in good spirits and was always drowsy.

Zuo Zhan came over again, it was already midnight.

Sitting beside the bed, looking at her sleeping face in a drowsy moment, her deep eyes were focused for a moment, and she tucked her quilt.

Yan Shiwei couldn't sleep in the middle of the night, and accidentally passed by the door. She looked at Zuo Zhan carefully holding the hand of making wishes, as if she was treating rare treasures, for fear that a little strength would be ruined. That cautious look...is it still the domineering elder brother in her memory?

After a day of difficulty, the wish finally subsided. Zuo Zhan avoided her and returned to the imperial capital to work on the company.

Yan Shiwei ran over, sat on the chair and peeled oranges, put all the petals in a small plate and handed them to make a wish, "I shouldn't ask, that, do you... hate my brother?"

Make wish lowered his eyes slightly and shook his head.

"Then you and my brother... hey, it's all my fault. I shouldn't advise you anymore. But are you really willing to give up?" Yan Shiwei was ready to have a long talk with Shu Wan and matched her and Zuo Zhan as much as possible, but who knew... Zuo Zhan actually let go.

I made a wish to take the orange petals' hand, but I didn't say anything.

"If one day you meet someone more suitable, you really won't see the shadow of my brother... in him?"

Anyone may compare his current and ex at a certain time. No matter what his thoughts are, they are real and no one can avoid the common sense. Even if one day he really encounters a destined marriage and is happy and accompanying him forever, he will recall someone who used to be on a specific occasion.

I don't know how to answer the wish.

She remembered Mrs. Zuo once asked, one day if Zuo Zhan learned to love, would she be willing to give this "achievement" to others.
Chapter completed!