For The Rest of Our Life (MTL)

12

Xiao Wanqing always sleeps shallowly. She stays in university and stays awake at night. She will wake up.

I don't know what time in the middle of the night, Xiao Wanqing was awakened by the violent wind and rain outside the window. She opened her eyes and looked out of the window. The night was deep and there was no moonlight. She could only dimly see it. There was bright rain on the window glass frantically.

As if thinking of something, her delicate brow frowned slightly, reached out to open the bedside lamp, slowly sat up, and looked at the window sill again.

Sure enough, there was a splash of water jumping on the edge of the window, and there was already gurgling rain flowing down the wall under the window sill.

The home of Xiao Wanqing is a modern, simple and fresh decoration style. The floor is uniformly paved with solid wood flooring, which is beautiful, but it is difficult to maintain, and the most is not soaked.

Xiao Wanqing sighed softly, brought his messy hair back to his ears, and walked out of the bed lightly and walked out of the bedroom with a mop and the usual absorbent cloth. After returning to the room, she first put the absorbent cloth on the seam of the window to block the source, and then took the mop to absorb the water. After tidying up her bedroom, she took a mop and absorbent cloth, and checked the doors and windows of other rooms, and finally came to the door of Lin Xian's room.

Standing at the door of Lin Xian's bedroom, she gently rubbed her five fingers with the doorknob, and hesitated a little. Knocking on the door, afraid of awakening Lin Xian and disturbing Lin Xian's sleep; without knocking on the door, she would break into someone's bedroom without permission, and she felt very rude.

Hesitated again and again, and finally distressed on the solid wood floor, prevailed.

Xiao Wanqing involuntarily slowed down and relaxed his breath, slowly turned the doorknob, gently pushed open the door, opened a small gap in the door that would accommodate her, and crept into it.

She was afraid to disturb Lin Xian. Everything was done so cautiously, lightly and lightly, lightly and gently, but cautiously, but contrary to expectations, Lin Xian still woke up.

Xiao Yunqing had just packed up the water traces under the window sill and was ready to take away the work perfectly. He suddenly heard Lin Xian's confused, half-surprised, low, hoarse voice from the bed not far away: "Xiao... ...Auntie?"

Xiao Qianqing sighed regretfully before turning back, embarrassed and turned back, "I'm sorry, I woke you up. It was probably the typhoon that landed, and the wind and rain, I came in to check the window."

Lin Xian opened her mouth and tried to answer her "It's okay", but she didn't know why. She felt that her throat was burning like a fire, dry and painful. She couldn't help but cough hard twice, babble. , Very uncomfortable.

Xiao Wanqing heard the sound tightly, immediately put down the mop in his hand, strode to Lin Xian's bed, and asked her "what's wrong, sore throat?" while raising her hand and reaching out to Lin Xian. Forehead.

Lin Xian's head was dizzy. She swallowed several times before barely relieving her pain. She responded with difficulty to Xiao Xiaoqing: "The throat...especially hurts..."

No need to explain more to Lin Xian, the hot temperature on the back of the hand already told Xiao Wanqing the answer. Lin Xian's fever, this cognition, Xiao Xiaoqing sinking heart, all of a sudden, it is distressed and self-blame.

She still failed to take care of Lin Xian. In just a few days, Lin Xian became ill...

But right now, it's not a time for her to think more. Her eyes dimmed, reaching for the light, turning on the remote control, and turning off the air conditioner. After that, she gently touched Lin Xian's hot little face and said softly: "Don't talk before your throat hurts. You have a fever. I'll pour some water for you and take a thermometer to measure it for you."