Campus Alliance-Never Fall North Star

Before long, the whole bag of snacks was empty. The sleeping pills mixed with the sweetness of the snacks melted on her tongue. The strange taste made her feel a little nauseous, but she still swallowed it down. However, the burning sensation in her stomach became more and more intense. She couldn't help but bend over and cough violently, as if she wanted to cough out all her internal organs.

"Who the hell told me that taking sleeping pills is the fastest way to die!" Cheng Huan's voice echoed in the silent air, with a hint of despair and anger.

She clutched the clothes on her chest tightly, as if this could ease the pain in her heart.

It felt like countless worms were gnawing at her stomach, and the discomfort was almost unbearable. A layer of fine beads of sweat appeared on her forehead, and her body began to tremble uncontrollably.

Finally, Cheng Huan could no longer hold on and fell to the ground with his limbs weak.

Her lips turned pale, her eyes were empty, and she murmured to herself: "If I had another chance, I would definitely choose a different way to meet you. This is so damn uncomfortable!"

Time passed by minute by minute, and Cheng Huan didn't know how long he had been enduring this pain.

Gradually, the physical discomfort seemed to ease a little, but the feeling of gradually losing vitality became more and more obvious.

She forced herself to stay awake, and used the last bit of her strength to sit down next to the tombstone, then leaned against it, tightly hugging the photo that someone had taken of everyone on the Polaris team during the Alliance.

Everyone in the photo was smiling brightly and happily, which formed a sharp contrast with Cheng Huan at the moment...

Sleepiness came like a tide, and Cheng Huan's eyelids became heavier and heavier. She tried hard to open her eyes, but found that her body was completely out of control.

Finally, she collapsed to the ground powerlessly, and the photo in her hand fell to the side.

In the blurred light and shadow, Cheng Huan seemed to see a person. His figure slowly walked towards him and stopped beside him.

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In the darkness, her hands were shaking as she carefully groped for the phone.

Finally, she succeeded in holding the phone in her hand, and the light from the screen instantly pierced the darkness.

On the screen, the message that Shen Jiaqi had sent half an hour ago was still clearly visible: "Huanhuan, wait for me. I bought your favorite sugar-roasted chestnuts." These few simple words were like a sharp sword, piercing her heart.

Tears flowed out of my eyes uncontrollably like a flood, and fell onto the screen.

The crystal tears blurred the jumping "The other party is typing" in the dialog box and also blurred her vision.

However, she did not wipe away her tears, but smiled and gently pressed her cheek against the cold tombstone. The tombstone was the last connection between her and Achen, and also the eternal pain in her heart.

"Achen, look, it's my turn to come to you this time." She said softly, as if Achen was right next to her and could hear her words.

After saying that, she slowly closed her eyes, with a faint smile still hanging on the corner of her mouth. It was a smile of relief, and also a smile of anticipation for reuniting with Achen.

"Achen, I'm here, you have to wait for me!" Her voice echoed in the darkness, carrying with it endless attachment and reluctance.

"Qi Qi, I'm tired, don't blame me!" This was her last words in this world. After she finished speaking, her breathing gradually became weak and finally stopped completely.

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At the same time, a shrill cry came from the baby's room, which penetrated the silence of the night. Shen Jiaqi paced anxiously in the room, holding the struggling child, his heart filled with fear and helplessness.

In the darkness, the red light of the milk warmer flickered like a ghost fire, and the faint light illuminated her trembling face, as if the whole world was shrouded in fear and despair at this moment.

"Be good, Huihui. Godmother is here. Mom will be back soon..." She whispered softly, trying to comfort the baby in her arms with gentle words, but the child did not seem to appreciate it and continued to cry.

Her hand gently stroked the child's hand, and suddenly she felt that the child seemed to be holding something in his hand.

She carefully opened the child's little hand and saw a silver bracelet lying quietly in the palm of her hand, with the words "Chen Huan" engraved at the end of the chain.

These two words struck her heart like lightning. Her body trembled violently and the bracelet fell off with a crisp sound.

The baby seemed to be frightened by the sound and cried even harder.

Just then, Ren Qifeng pushed the door and walked in.

He immediately saw her kneeling in front of the crib. Her shoulders were shaking violently, but she could not make a sound, as if she was swallowed by a huge grief.

"Qi Feng... Cheng Huan... find her quickly! Quickly!!!" Her voice finally broke through the restraint of her throat, echoing in the silent room with crying and despair.

An ominous premonition surged in Ren Qifeng's heart. He hurriedly walked to her side and wanted to comfort her, but found that his throat seemed to be blocked by something and he could not make a sound.

It suddenly started raining outside the window.

The raindrops hit the window, making crackling sounds, overlapping with the sound of rain when they were talking at night in the dormitory many years ago.

However, this time, there was no longer that familiar laughter by the pillow to respond to the melody of the rain.

The incandescent lights in the hospital corridor flickered overhead, emitting a pale, cold light.

Shen Jiaqi seemed to have lost all her strength, and she slumped down on the metal bench that glowed with cold light. Her nails dug deep into her palms, but she felt no pain at all. And her throat was like a ball of cotton soaked in ice water, making it impossible for her to breathe or speak.

The phone screen lit up with a missed call for the third time. She mechanically pressed the power button, and the plastic shell left fine marks on her palm.

The late autumn breeze blew the smell of disinfectant across her hair. She suddenly remembered the sugar-roasted chestnuts she brought for Chenghuan, and she was afraid that they might be cold now.

At that time, they were walking side by side on Wutong Road. Cheng Huan suddenly stopped, looked at the golden fallen leaves on the ground and said softly: "If one day I am gone..." Before he finished speaking, she covered her mouth with a smile, but now it sounded like a curse echoing in his ears.

The doctors in the operating room shook their heads one after another, and a smell of death was overwhelming.

A trace of sorrow flashed across Cheng Huan's father's bloodshot eyes, and he put his trembling hand on her shoulder: "Child, you are not in good health, let us take care of the rest!" The old man's Adam's apple rolled violently, and his voice broke into gravel, "I should have thought of it earlier. This child has always been stubborn since she was a child..."

The phone screen lit up with missed calls for who knows how many times. The plastic shell of the phone left fine marks on her palm, as if telling of her inner entanglement and pain.

The late autumn draft whistled through the corridor, carrying the smell of disinfectant through the tips of her hair.

The smell made her feel nauseous. She suddenly remembered the sugar-roasted chestnuts she brought for Chenghuan. She had placed those chestnuts on the long table at home. They must have gone cold by now.

Cheng Huan's smile emerged in her mind. At that time, they were walking side by side on Wutong Road. The sunlight shone on them through the gaps between the leaves, forming patches of mottled light and shadow.

Cheng Huan suddenly stopped, looked at the golden fallen leaves on the ground and said softly: "Qi Qi, if one day I am gone..." Before she finished her words, she laughed at herself and said: "There will never be such a day, I will always be with you... I definitely will!"

Cheng Huan's words now echoed in Shen Jiaqi's ears like a curse.

The door of the operating room slowly opened, and the doctors came out shaking their heads.

A dead air rushed towards her, making it difficult for her to breathe. Cheng Huan's father stood at the door, his eyes were bloodshot, and there was a trace of sadness that was difficult to conceal.

He placed his shaking hands on Shen Jiaqi's shoulders, and said in a low and hoarse voice, "Child, you are not in good health. Let us take care of the rest." The old man's Adam's apple rolled violently, and his voice seemed to be crushed into gravel. "I should have thought of it earlier. This child has always been stubborn since he was a child... Both children are stubborn... It's fate... It's fate after all..."

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