Chapter 382: Heart-shaped

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Jiang Yao thought, in the way his father and mother treated these things, they didn't know how Lu Xingzhi persuaded his parents to give him these books.
Under the workbook, a thick stack of envelopes was pressed with a stamp on it, but it did not have a postmark, nor did it write the address and name of the recipient and sender, so these were stamped but not sent. Letter.
Jiang Yao knew that these letters had to do with her without opening, or that these letters were all written to her.
Jiang Yao wiped the tears on her face, holding these things, and his heart was sore and unbearable.
She pulled out a few letters and clipped them in the book she wanted to take away, then put the drawer back, relocked it, put the key back in place, took the things and went out the door and went downstairs.
At this moment, she urgently wanted to see him, even if he hadn't woken up yet, but it was enough to take a look, and she would be content.
After waiting for Lin's sister-in-law, Jiang Yao sent the children of Lin's sister-in-law's family to the Lin's sister-in-law's house in Tianjin, and then took Lin's sister-in-law back to Kyoto. Because the heart was like an arrow, the speed of the return was much faster than when he came Too.
Back to the hospital, it was too early for Jiang Yao, but for the patients in the hospital, it was time to rest.
When Jiang Yao arrives, let her go back to rest on Thursday. She came out at midnight last night. She also came out at midnight on Thursday, and she did not rest well overnight.
On Thursday, Jiang Yao insisted on staying in the hospital overnight, and seeing that Jiang Yao's spirit was not bad, so he left a message and let Jiang Yao have something to call before leaving the hospital.
The nurse who came to the ward round saw Jiang Yao and greeted Jiang Yao enthusiastically. Jiang Yao's eyes were full of worship.
"I can just look at it here. You can go to another ward." Jiang Yao responded faintly. Where did he look for the nurse who looked at himself like an idol? I don't want to give up even a second.
After the nurse stepped back and left the ward reluctantly, Jiang Yao closed the door of the ward. She sat beside Lu Xingzhi's bed and raised her hand to gently touch Lu Xingzhi's face.
"Fool! Lu Fool." She whispered in whisper, but she was full of joy. Nothing is better than this moment. He is still alive, and there is nothing more lucky than she is alive.
Lu Xingzhi woke up on the afternoon of the third day after the operation.
On that day, Kyoto was a clear blue sky. The warm sun in autumn shone on the window sill. The sunlight fell diagonally on Jiang Yao holding the book back to the window.
This is the first picture Lu Xingzhi saw when he opened his eyes. It was quiet, but inexplicably beautiful to his bones and blood.
She turned her head slightly, and she already had some long hair naughtyly on her shoulders, covering her side, and her book was placed on his bed, pressed with only one hand.
The other hand is gently covering his infusion hand.
The ward is very quiet, this world is even quieter.
Quiet enough, he was even reluctant to disturb her at the moment.
However, she seemed to have a sense, and suddenly, when he had no warning, she looked up at him, and in those eyes, the original emotion was swept away, only surprises remained.
No one spoke, no one looked away from each other's eyes, just like that, across the bed, looking at each other.
Until then, she looked at it, red eyes, and tears.
Until he wanted to raise his hand to wipe the tears on her face.