Then she inevitably thought of Fu Tingyuan, who would always live in London in the future.

There was a chill in her heart, and she didn't dare to think about it anymore.

When I received the news of Fu Tingyuan's hospitalization, it was already three months after Luo Nan's first funeral.

Hua Rong received a text message, and immediately booked a ticket to London, and flew over overnight.

When she received this kind of news, she didn't even feel any surprise, maybe she had been mentally prepared for a long time.

Luo Nanchu died, how could Fu Tingyuan be fine?

When Hua Rong felt tired of Fu Tingyuan's ward, Fu Tingyuan had already come out of the operating room.

Seeing her hurriedly walk in, the man sitting at the head of the bed looking out the window turned his head to look at her.

His face was a little thin and pale, and he didn't look bad.

Insomnia and overwork caused by neurasthenia, stomach bleeding due to irregular diet, and he needed to lie in bed for a week.

Hua Rong stood at the door and looked at him for a while, and for a moment hesitated to wait for something to go in.

It may be that there is Luo Nanchu in the middle, and they also have a trace of estrangement from each other, because they don't want to touch that person, so they don't even want to see each other again.

This may be a subconscious law of human escapism.

"I dreamed of her last night."

Fu Tingyuan suddenly spoke.

Hua Rong's stomach was tightened by his words, and she hesitated for a long time before she reluctantly smiled and walked in and asked, "What did she say to you in my dream?" ”

In fact, the dream is just a very familiar scene.

He'd thought about it many times in the days.

In the dusk of the corridor of Westminster Abbey, the remnant sun spreads like a red veil across the sky. Luo Nanchu, who had been walking ahead, stopped and turned his head to look at him.

The dream was a sight he had recalled countless times, and he knew it was a living nightmare.

She dreamed of him for the first time, and then gave him this poisonous dream.

He watched himself step forward and lowered his head slightly, and whispered to Luo Nanchu in an indifferent tone: "I don't want to see you anymore." ”

The sunset fell on Luo Nanchu's eyes, and he saw a moment of heartbreak in those transparent eyes.

……

Then he woke up in the middle of the night in that bed, and lay on the bed with a heartache.

For the first time, he understood that distress can really hurt people, and he will never be able to forget Luo Nanchu's eyes at that moment in his life.

"What ......if," he said in a flat voice.

Hua Rong interrupted him: "It has nothing to do with you. If I really want to talk about it, I didn't take good care of her. ”

"If I hadn't said that that day." He said it anyway, "She's going to be fine." ”

"Ting Yuan," Hua Rong couldn't stand it a little, "It's none of your business. It was just an accident! We all know that it was just an accident. If it hadn't been for this car accident, she would have returned to Tongcheng! What does it have to do with you? Don't be cranky. ”

Fu Tingyuan was silent for a while, then turned his head to look out the window.

Hua Rong saw a moment of fragility on his face.

Her fingers trembled, and she didn't know how to comfort her for a moment.

Maybe like her, she also felt that if she went out with Luo Nanchu that day, Luo Nanchu might not have an accident.

No one wants to.

No one thought she would have an accident that day.

It was just an accident.