Fierce Love: Dawn Mystery

Chapter58

Sophia is a new intern nurse in this private hospital. When she was in school, her grades were not excellent, and her adaptability was also poor. When it was her turn to intern, she followed a hot-tempered tutor. Dr. Bell just put her Criticized a meal, which made her very depressed.

The weather in Prague has not been very good these days, just like today, it has been raining since the morning, and the pattering made her feel even more depressed.

But looking at the clock, she became inexplicably happy, that person will come today.

In fact, there were many people coming and going in and out of this hospital, but she paid close attention to that man, probably not only because he was an Asian, but also because he was very handsome after all.

Sure enough, he came after nine o'clock. He didn't notice the surprise on Sophia's face. He went straight into the ward around the corner and closed the door gently.

Sophia was very curious for a while, what was the relationship between him and the man in the ward.

brother?loved ones?Or is it a lover?

The people of this country are still very accepting of this kind of relationship. However, she looked through the medical records in that ward and sighed deeply. There were several comminuted fractures in the joints all over the body, and the spine was injured. If not, it will be paralyzed.

The smell of disinfectant and the heavy darkness in the room made Mo Bei a little unbearable. Wei Bo leaned on the pillows stacked high and saw him coming, so he managed to regain the lost focus.

"You look good today."

Wei Bo smiled, he couldn't do any unnecessary movements, just asked him: "How is he?"

"Not yet awake." Mo Bei paced the room casually, occasionally looking through the medical records, his back looked a little depressed.

"Do you think he will hate you if he wakes up?"

Wei Bo's words made Mo Bei's movements stagnate, but he quickly sneered: "What am I afraid of? He will only remember how much I love him, and you are the one who turned us around from beginning to end."

Mo Bei walked to his bedside, rather arrogant: "And, in the end, you are the one who loses."

Wei Bo couldn't help but raised his head and laughed a few times, his chest hurt a little: "Do you know what I thought at the beginning? I really thought about just removing all the memories about you from his head, so that he can It will be completely mine."

There was a murderous intent in Mo Bei's eyes instantly, Wei Bo pretended not to see it, and continued: "But he has too many memories about you in his head, Mo Bei, hypnosis doesn't work for him, I can only use Drugs or surgery are used to remove the memory about you. In this case, his brain will be damaged, he may not be able to remember many things clearly, and his thinking will be much slower than before. But in fact, it doesn’t matter, he If you live too clearly, you can control yourself better if you are stupid."

Mo Bei's eyes changed. He and Wei Bo are actually very similar in some ways, such as paranoia.

"However, how could I be willing to spoil him like this."

At the cost of all his pride and dignity, depriving him of his dignity, so he gave up, preferring to trip him with a lie that may be exposed at any time, and even try his best to force him.

Mo Bei wandered his gaze, and finally fixed it in the distance: "Believe it or not, right now, I sympathize with you."

"I don't need your sympathy, Mo Bei, you have to know that if I can, I will kill you, and I can destroy you with just one step."

A hint of viciousness permeated his expression, and Weber's still-movable left hand clenched into a fist.

Mo Bei's eyes didn't change, he was still cruising as if he didn't know where to look, and said in a deep voice: "That's why I said, I sympathize with you."

Seeing his reaction, Wei Bo smiled instead, and leaned comfortably on the pillow and said, "When the cherry blossoms bloom next year, you can take him to see it. With you by his side, he should be much happier. Don't waste that time." Two cherry blossoms."

He no longer has the strength to plant cherry blossoms all over the hillside.

Mo Bei nodded, sat for a while, and then left as usual.

When he left, Weber turned his head slightly, and he saw simple silver stripes embroidered on the off-white curtains, bright and dark, more gorgeous than sunlight.

Compared with light, he actually prefers darkness.

The cherry blossoms on a snowy night were originally intended to make him happy, but only the sad expression and resolute figure of that person were in my memory.

Why did he not understand this truth until now? In fact, there are some things

It was doomed from the moment he left the monastery in the first place.

Kim climbed on the edge of the bed and walked a few steps. The long-term bed rest almost exhausted his whole body strength. After the nutrition injections in the past few days, his whole body was rapidly losing weight.

But he still didn't want to wake up, and would rather pretend to be asleep than face Mo Bei.

He closed his eyes and heard many words, all said by Mo Bei in his ear.

It was like there was no bullet in that gun at all, and he never really wanted to kill him.

Looks like Weber has told him everything, it's been a hoax from beginning to end.

It seemed that he took care of Lings' funeral and often visited John in the cemetery.

Everything is urging him to wake up quickly.

But Kim thought he couldn't let it go. After so much experience, he began to wonder what Mo Bei meant to him.

He didn't dare to expect that God would give them a happy ending, but he was also afraid that excessive suspicion would ruin the sincerity that was so hard to give to each other.

They are all too sharp, too strong, too clear but often contradictory.

Become suspicious because of sensitivity, become suspicious because of caring.

Unable to be honest with each other and had to test each other, he really disdains this kind of compromise-like development.

When Mo Bei came back, he carried a bag full of fruits. The frost and snow in the morning stood on his clothes and was quickly melted by the heating in the room. He gently put down the things in his hands and saw that the person on the bed was still sleeping .

So he took off his damp coat, sat on the edge of the bed, felt the coolness of the back of Kim's hand, he frowned and stood up again to adjust the drip speed.

While making the adjustment, he said: "I just passed by an orchard, and there was an old lady there who sold me the fruits grown in her greenhouse. I thought they were pretty good, so I bought some back."

Regardless of whether Kim heard it or not, he took out an apple, weighed it in his hand, then picked up a fruit knife and began to peel it: "Look how beautiful I am peeling now, let alone one, ten I can peel all of them for you, but you can watch carefully, I am making up for the apple that I owed you last time, if you don’t look at it this time, it will be gone next time, don’t blame me for reneging.”

Kim still fell asleep deeply, as if everything outside had nothing to do with him.

The falling arc of the apple peel suddenly became clumsy, and the flesh was stained red, but the blade still did not stop.

"Compared to peeling an apple, I think it is the most difficult thing for you to wake up and face me." Mo Bei put down the apple and knife in his hand, feeling very tired for a moment, "I lied to you once, and now I am trying my best to make up for it." Here you go, but I lost your confidence in us, Kim, tell me, what should I do?"

The hand without the infusion slowly closed, holding nothing.

"Eating the bottom line of the opponent like this, until you lose all patience, this is a mistake we have made in the past, are you willing to continue to make mistakes like this?"

There are a lot of peeled apples in the trash can beside the bed. In his mouth, he would pass by an orchard every day, and there would be an old woman selling fruit to him. Lies day after day, flashback to the same days.

There will always be a crash.

Mo Bei pulled out the needle in Kim's hand, and pressed the needle hole tightly with the cut thumb.The blood from the fingertips slowly overflowed, and it was impossible to tell whose it was.

"After peeling the apple this time, let's start over, shall we?"

Circles of peels rolled and fell from between his knives, like annual rings that go back and forth. Everything in the past fell like dust. Time flies. Not only is he willing to spend the rest of his time waiting for him, he is more willing to spend his whole life. to love him.

Our story is not over yet.