School Heroine Secretly Loves Me [GL] [MTL]

Chapter 74

what should your girl do...

Liu Xuwen's eyes darkened, and then he said, "Let's go in and talk about it. I'm here this time just to tell you about Song Nanqiao."

Wen Wenyao hurriedly Push a step away and let Liu Xuwen enter the ward.

After the two sat down, there was a moment of silence.

"Can you tell me..." Wen Wenyao asked cautiously, as if looking forward to a good answer, as long as Song Nanqiao was fine, she was willing to pay any price.

"Hmm..."

"Song Nanqiao... should have lost her life. We didn't find the body where the incident happened. In order to cover up this matter, all the remains were cremated by the military."

Liu Xuwen lowered her head in shame. Things...what's worth talking about, a friend, and in the end, he didn't even leave a complete remains.

Wen Wenyao didn't speak, instead, his body was trembling constantly, and there was a low, suppressed sob.

"Song Nanqiao's relics, I sent them to the villa where she used to live." After a long while , Wen Wenyao finally said a complete sentence.

"How did I get here?"

She remembered that when she saw Song Nanqiao for the last time, something supernatural seemed to happen to her.

"As soon as I got off the plane, I received news that you were in the hospital. I don't know who brought you here."

"Oh, by the way, your things are still in the hotel. I told the hotel staff. Negotiations, the room you stayed with Song Nanqiao has not moved. Before this weekend, you can go back to the hotel. If you want to go back to China, I can also help."

After all, Song Nanqiao had a game with his friends and helped. Having lost so much of herself, Wen Wenyao is now desolate. For Song Nanqiao's sake, Liu Xuwen is also willing to help her.

"Thank you, you go out first, I want to rest..."

"Okay, please be sorry." Liu Xuwen bowed to her, and then left without looking back.

... In the room, Wen Wenyao is left alone.

The words Liu Xuwen said just now completely knocked down her last line of defense, but she was still looking forward to Song Nanqiao's return and return to her.

Looking at the gray ceiling, Wen Wenyao thought of many more.

For example, what's going on now? My father is still around. If not, what should we do with those Wen family enterprises...or, what should I do.

But she just thought about these questions for more than ten seconds, and then transferred to Song Nanqiao.

Yeah... no matter what... it's not as important as Song Nanqiao.

Song Nanqiao is the driving force for her to live, maybe she can give up everything, but she can't live without Song Nanqiao.

Absolutely not.

Without Song Nanqiao, she would die.

She wants to see Song Nanqiao.

Think now.

An absurd idea burst out from Wen Wenyao's mind.

If she left with Song Nanqiao, would she be able to see Song Nanqiao?

Although ghosts and gods may not exist in this world, what if you can see them?

Thinking of this, without knowing it, Wen Wenyao changed into the white shirt hung by the bed, opened the door of the room, and walked downstairs to the hospital.

With weak and pale cheeks, the pedestrians on the road couldn't help but wait and watch. They all wanted to care about the little princess in front of them, but they were all avoided without a trace.

The girl walked to the door of the hotel, and the lady at the front desk saw it, showing a somewhat surprised look.

He hurried up, looked at Wen Wenyao with a worried look, and said to her: "Miss, please cheer up."

"Thank you for your concern."

Wen Wenyao nodded slightly and walked towards Song Nanqiao's room. Go in.

The moment the door of the room was opened.

A familiar feeling rushed into Wen Wenyao's mind. There were books Song Nanqiao likes to read on the desk, Song Nanqiao's coat on the chair, and the quilt was neatly folded by Song Nanqiao, but the sheets were still faint. Of leaving traces.

Everything is the way they were together that day.

No change.

She picked up Song Nanqiao's coat, held it in her arms, and took a deep breath. The smell of her still remained on the coat.

The taste that made her intoxicated.

At this moment, she seemed to be addicted to Song Nanqiao's gentle world again, and she didn't want to leave for a long time.

Wen Wenyao put the coat on himself, and fell on Song Nanqiao's bed sheet like a force, greedily absorbing everything that Song Nanqiao had left.

It would be great if time could go back. If he could go back to that time, Wen Wenyao would desperately abandon all of her own, take Song Nanqiao away from here, and take her to live in a third-tier city. It's plain and plain, no matter what.

"I know it was wrong..."

"Can you return her to me." As if speaking to a god, Wen Wenyao said in a deep voice, with an unprecedented sincerity in his tone.

No one responded after a long time .

Wen Wenyao thought for a while, that's it, there is no god in this world, and no one can return her Song Nanqiao back.

Then only go to see her by yourself.

Wen Wenyao slowly stood up and walked towards the cabinet. He remembered that there seemed to be a fruit knife here.

He opened the cabinet and took a closer look. It was really here. Wen Wenyao picked up the fruit knife without hesitation and walked into the bathroom.

The sheets were used by Song Nanqiao. In this room, except for the bathroom, almost everything was touched by Song Nanqiao. She didn't want the things Song Nanqiao left behind to be stained with dirty blood.

So she chose the bathroom... turned on the shower, cold water dripped on her hair, wet her body, the transparent white shirt could not cover the girl's weak body, it was too cold...Wen Wenyao There was a trembling, and then he picked up the fruit knife next to him.

As if he could not feel any pain, Wen Wenyao slashed across the aorta fiercely. The fragile skin could not be pierced by the blade. Soon, a bloody trace appeared in front of his eyes, followed by bright red. blood.

Strange color on white skin.

Slowly, blood rushed to the white tiles. Wen Wenyao felt a little dizzy, so he slowly leaned against the wall and closed his eyes.

Feeling the strength of his body being taken away bit by bit, Wen Wenyao's brain began to blur.

Except for some pain marks on the wrist , Wen Wenyao didn't feel any other pain. Compared to the loss of Song Nanqiao, what these are.

Even if he has been stabbed thousands of times, it is not as painful as the loss of Song Nanqiao. Wen Wenyao dared not experience the feeling of having his heart taken away.

Soon... I will come to see you soon. Be a little behaved and wait patiently for me. I will as soon as possible... won't make you wait long.

Be sure to wait for me.

I'll come over to see you right away...