surrounding

I am hopeless.

I closed my eyes resignedly and fell into the abyss.

Or am I too naive, I want to protect her every time, but I never expect her to be like this.

I didn't land on the stool as heavily as the previous few times, but landed lightly on the ground in a standing posture.

Eh?Am I... out of the cycle?

I'm not in the theater anymore, I'm in the ward after my surgery at 17.

Why did I recognize it so quickly?Because I was lying on the bed in the ward just a week after the operation.

In this way, I should have come here as a soul or a phantom.

Having said that, I still have a lot of feelings about this place.

Because during this time, it was Jin Jiamin who has been taking care of me.

My brother's school is not in the same city as mine. At that time, my brother was just getting promoted, and my parents went to him.

Jin Jiamin had a good relationship with me from the first year of high school, and was entrusted by my mother to go to the hospital every day after school to take care of me.

I was nearly paralyzed the first two weeks after surgery, when I was half-blurred and couldn't see anything clearly or speak, let alone get out of bed.

But it's very convenient. I don't need to eat for the past two weeks, I just need to take medicine and take a bottle on time.

Jin Jiamin came here every day for meal time. She waited for the nurse to give me a bottle, then fed me medicine, helped me clean up at night, and then went back to school for evening self-study.

I think I probably fell in love with her at that time.

I looked at Cheng Shuxin with a dull expression on the hospital bed, and my heart was very complicated.

I got closer and stood at the head of the bed for a close look.

Cheng Shuxin had a needle stuck in the back of his hand, and the bottle was already hung.

Someone came outside the door, knocked on the door twice, and then opened the door to come in.

It's Kim Jiamin.

She still has that docile appearance, so pleasing to look at.

Jin Jiamin was carrying a shoulder bag. At that time, she hadn't dyed her hair blond, and she was wearing a high ponytail, which looked very pure.

However, it was such a harmless girl who pushed me into the pack of wolves in the cycle.

Why is it?

Jin Jiamin tilted her head and stared at Cheng Shuxin for a long time, which made me feel hairy.

She called softly; "Cheng Shuxin?"

Cheng Shuxin on the bed was in a coma, and even if I answered her, she might not be able to hear her, so naturally no one answered her.

Jin Jiamin smiled and seemed satisfied.

She went to the bedside table next to the hospital bed, opened the drawer, and took out the bottle of pills that I must take every day.

I was a little puzzled, so I leaned over and squatted beside her to watch her movements.

She took out a box of unknown objects from her school uniform pocket, which were in the shape of small discs, about the size of my bottle of pills.

She turned her head and reconfirmed whether Cheng Shuxin on the bed was really asleep.

I screamed in my heart that something was wrong, and subconsciously stretched out my hand to snatch the box, but my hand passed through hers, and I couldn't grasp it at all.

Even though I knew this had happened, I was still in a hurry.

With downcast eyes and a smile on the corner of his mouth, Jin Jiamin rubbed the box of unknown objects in his palm, then poured it into the bottle of medicine.

I opened my eyes wide.

What is she doing...

Jin Jiamin exhaled, and shook the bottle so that when it was poured out, it wouldn't be full of that unknown object.

"Shu Xin, Shu Xin?" She softened her voice and patted Shu Xin's forehead gently, "Get up and take the medicine."

Cheng Shuxin didn't know anything yet, he hesitated and stood up, and let Jin Jiamin put the mixed pills into her mouth.

"Come on, drink some water." She brought a glass of water with a grinning grin, and watched as Cheng Shuxin took a sip of water and swallowed the pills together.

I watched as I swallowed the thing without hesitation.

But it's not over yet.

I looked at Jin Jiamin in disbelief, but saw her take out a bunch of tightly wrapped flowers from her bag.

She was in a good mood and kept humming.

She carefully unwrapped the outside newspaper and cut the ties.

"The tulips are in full bloom this year, and I brought them specially." She smiled and pulled out the dead flowers in the vase, and inserted the tulips. "It's beautiful and fragrant, and you will like it."

No.

I am allergic to tulips.

She knows it!

But why...

Although I can't smell the flowers at the moment, I still feel out of breath when I see tulips.

"I really can't figure it out, you've been dying for so many years," she zipped her bag and was about to leave, "Why aren't you dead?"

I was stunned.

Maybe it wasn't until this point that I realized that my liking was always in vain, and my protection was just superfluous to her.

She never needed me, never liked me, she even hated me, and wished I could die.

ok, I get it.

She wants to kill me.