Chapter 827: The Plague Strikes (13)

Perhaps because of illness, her eyes were bloodshot, and her eyes seemed to be soaked with tears, and she was moist in the light.
Snowflakes fluttered outside and condensed into beautiful windows.
The ward was full of heating, but Shui Anluo could still feel the bitter cold.
She glanced over Chu Muyi's slanting body and landed on the window.
Chu Cuiyi clenched her hand, his proposal was still being prepared, what he was going to give her was a prosperous marriage proposal.
"Wait for you, I'll propose to you first." Chu Cuiyi said in a deep voice. As long as she is fine, he will not hesitate to propose to her, regardless of whether the details of the proposal are processed perfectly. .
Shui Anluo didn't seem to hear him, and still looked at the snowflakes outside.
"Do you know? The first snow after we got married, that day you promised me to go home for dinner, but you did n’t, and even later, you did n’t even answer my phone call, and I sat by the window watching it alone Throughout the night of snow, I kept telling myself that you are too busy, you are for work, not hiding from me. "Shui Anluo laughed, not knowing whether it was because of her illness, or because of other reasons, she There was a bit of desolation in the voice, "But the second year of snow, we were divorced, and the baby was about to be born. At that time, I was sitting by the window with the baby and told him that when you are born, maybe Dad The earth will come to us. "
The more Shui Anluo said, the more Chu Chuyi's heart was torn.
But instead of stopping Shui Anluo, he let her continue talking.
"This is the third year of snow I know you, and finally, you can accompany me to watch it." Shui Anluo smiled gently, leaned tightly in his arms, as if to draw warmth from his body .
Chu Cuiyi held the person tightly and pulled the quilt upward for a few minutes, but the girl in her arms still shook violently.
"Every year in the future, I can accompany you to watch the snow." Chu Muyi said in a deep voice.
"Okay." Shui Anluo said with a smile, and closed his eyes again. "Chu Qiyi, if I did something that was sorry to you, would you hate me?"
"No." Chu Muyi promised.
Shui Anluo smiled slightly, which is great, but what if it involves your teacher? Is it your salvation?
Shui Anluo closed her eyes, and the tear marks slid down the corner of her eyes.
"Chu Jiyi, the divorce agreement is in a box under my bed, there is a diary, the password is the baby's birthday, the agreement is sandwiched in it, and when you go back, take it out and tear it.
Chu Cuiyi dropped trembling kisses on her forehead, "Stupid girl, when we remarry, that piece of paper is naturally useless."
Remarriage, Shui Anluo listened to these two words, he kept saying, but she has been arrogant, God finally can't see it.
Shui Anluo leaned in the arms of Chu Muyi, and seemed to fall asleep again.
Chu Cuiyi bowed her head, held her hand tightly, and whispered in her ear, saying, "Nothing will happen, I promise you nothing will happen."
Unfortunately, Shui Anluo, who had fallen into a coma, could no longer hear him with a disturbing assurance.
The heavy snow fell into the night, and a thick white snow had accumulated on the windowsill.
Shui'anluo's body became hotter and hotter, and Chu Jiyi's repeated physical cooling for her had no effect.
She kept talking uneasily, but unfortunately Chu Chuyi couldn't hear a word.