Chapter 1941: Beauty or ugliness is useless

Fortunately, Xu Haiqi didn't even have any expression on his face.
The emotion in his eyes only increased, and it became more gloomy and cold as the volume of coma lengthened.
When he went to the ventilated place at the end of the corridor to change the air, Xu Haiqi suddenly spoke to An Mingchen, "I want to be engaged to her and do it when she recovers."
An Mingchen was startled, as expected, but unexpected.
"You shouldn't say this to me."
I'm not good at talking anyway.
Xu Haiqi shook his head.
"I need your support."
"I have always supported you." An Mingchen leaned against the wall, but he could only support that.
"I...need an intermediary who can play a role of relaxation and promotion when I express my wishes." He said his needs.
The voice was very calm, but it was enough to show his determination.
An Mingchen arched up, in order to see Xu Haiqi's somewhat drooping face, "Then first, I need to know what step you can do for her."
...
Snow, a lot of snow.
Bury yourself all in it.
The capacity does not feel cold, but the temperature is suitable.
Snow is clean and can drive away the darkness in her heart. Looking out through the snow layer above, she can feel the warmth of the sun shining on her body.
The only shortcoming is that she has a headache, it is cold, as if the coldness of Xue has seeped through.
The volume shrank his neck, avoiding the chill.
But soon, the cold breath covered her head again.
An extremely distant voice sighed in her ear, "Fortunately, it didn't hurt her face... such a beautiful face..."
The volume frowned slightly.
She doesn't like people saying she is pretty.
When I was young, everyone praised her for being cute and beautiful, but what did cuteness and beauty bring to her?
Even if she is not beautiful or cute, she is still the eldest of the Rong family, and there will still be many people who love it.
Similarly, those who hurt her and slander her will not let her go.
She is beautiful or ugly, neither is the reason for the enemy to put down the butcher knife.
Besides, what's the use of being beautiful, he hasn't left, he won't come back anymore, and he doesn't even look at her, he won't love her...
The sourness in my heart and tears flowed down.
She choked up unconsciously.
A finger with a thin callus wiped away the tears from her face.
"Did you dream of something?" A young but husky voice sounded in her ears.
"Why is it still so sad in my dream, obviously..."
Obviously you should be carefree.
The volume was sobbing, and finally felt a conscious return.
She choked and opened her eyes, sobbing unconsciously, "So sad..."
"Where is it sad?" the man next to her asked her, his voice full of concern.
"He's not coming back..." She cried softly, as if she hadn't awakened from the cruel dream.
"Who is he?" the man asked again.
The pupils of the volume finally started to focus, who is he... This question is so realistic that it instantly pulled her back from the edge of the dream.
Yeah, who is he...
She raised her eyes and watched the ghost in front of her slowly become real.
"I do not know……"
She stared blankly at the haggard but still beautiful face.
It was Xu Haiqi. For a moment, there was a feeling of being filled.
Xu Haiqi’s voice was hoarse, perhaps because he had been with her for a long time and had not had a normal rest, but his expression was gentle, as if he had abandoned the distance and strangeness between the two before.
He raised his hand and rubbed her cheek lightly with his fingers, "Measure, you are back."