1248. Chapter 1248 Are We Going to Say Goodbye Again?

From that day on, Luo Xiaomei came to the hospital early in the morning to chat and talk with Li Minhao every day, and did not leave until dark.

On the first day, she brought many birthday gifts from home that he gave her when he was a child. At that time, she regarded these gifts as the most important treasures and put them in a pink storage box. Although she did not get together with him later, that time was still a beautiful memory.

"Minhao, do you still remember? This is the first gift you gave me." She put the butterfly hairpin in her palm, "My birthday gift when I was three years old..."

Then, she laid out each birthday gift in a row in front of the bed, recalling the scene one by one.

But Li Minhao did not react at all, his long eyelashes were still drooping, covering his somewhat black eye sockets.

Luo Xiaomei was very sad. She sat quietly in front of the bed for a long time, looking at his two skinny hands, silently crying.

After she returned home that night, she tossed and turned and could not fall asleep. At night, she suddenly had a dream. She dreamed that she and Li Minhao used to sit in the bamboo forest and read fairy tales with their backs to each other a long time ago.

Her favorite book at that time was "The Little Prince". She read it over and over again, but she never felt that she had read enough. In the end, she closed her eyes and leaned on Li Minhao's back every day, listening to him recite the most beautiful sentences in the book one by one in a clear voice.

In the end, Li Minhao had already memorized the whole book by heart, even without reading it.

She jumped off the bed barefoot and searched through the boxes and cabinets under the cold moonlight for this original fairy tale. Finally, at the moment of daybreak, she found the faded "The Little Prince" on the bottom layer of the bookcase.

The edges of the pages were slightly curled up, and there were folds on several pages inside - this was a book full of memories.

Later, she sat at the head of the bed and flipped through the book until the sun rose to the middle of the sky, and she could no longer fall asleep.

After a simple wash, she took the book and walked out the door. Perhaps, when Minhao heard this story again, he would think of those beautiful pasts and would still be attached to this world.

In the morning mist, she saw a heartbreaking figure standing in the pavilion of the central garden, looking at her quietly.

His eyes pierced through the thick mist and entangled with hers...

Luo Xiaomei's confused heart began to hurt again. She stared at him for a long time, and her eyes seemed to have taken root and could no longer move away.

After an unknown period of time, the mist gradually dissipated, and the sun shone into the pavilion, making his originally vague outline gradually clear. Luo Xiaomei finally saw the deep sadness in his eyes.

"Ke Jingheng...you..." She didn't know what she should say. She was more afraid that she couldn't help but throw herself into his arms again.

She was a sinner now, and she was not qualified to be happy. So no matter how much she liked him, she couldn't be with him, let alone cause him to be criticized by thousands of people.

Just as she was about to leave, Ke Jingheng moved quickly and appeared in front of her in the blink of an eye.