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The long night.

When I opened my eyes, I didn't know what night it was.

When I woke up, I saw Xu Zhen for the first time.

Instinctively looking around, it is a familiar and unfamiliar environment.

This is Xu Zhen's home, with a spacious bedroom, a familiar floor and a corner door.

What is strange is the decoration.

All the furnishings in the room have been changed, not to mention the various instruments laid from the floor to the ceiling, and even the bed has become two single beds of the same height that are almost joined together.

Each has soft pillows and soft bedding, wrapping the body comfortably.

What remains unchanged is the warm sunshine outside the floor-to-ceiling windows. When you open your eyes, there is a rare blue sky and white clouds outside, and colorful colors are illuminated outside the glass, warming people's sight and heart.

Yes, atrium.

There is a strange abnormality in the heart, but it is beating actively, stronger than before the coma.

As sensitive as she is, she can feel strangeness in many places in her body, as well as a sense of weakness from the inside out.

But these frailty and strangeness combined her complete and lively life.

She is still alive.

God is sorry, at the moment she closed her eyes, she never thought that she could still be alive.

Yang Xiu didn't need to turn her head. When she opened her eyes, her head was facing the correct side. Therefore, in her sight, there was a picture of Xu Zhen reading a book leaning on another bed. The woman held the page of the book with one hand, and the other One hand was resting on the side of the bed, extending to Yang Xiu's bed, supporting Yang Xiu's wrist. The index finger and middle finger rested on the junction of Yang Xiu's wrist and palm. As the reading content rose and fell, the fingertips rubbed unconsciously.

The sunlight outside the window is shielded from ultraviolet rays by the heat-insulating glass, and it is non-lethal in all aspects and scattered on half of Xu Zhen's body, with shimmering light on his cheeks and arms.

Yang Xiu didn't know how long she looked at it. This scene was like a dream, like a paradise.

After a long time, Yang Xiu gathered enough strength, retracted her arms, and held the slender hand on her wrist in the palm of her hand.The woman reading the book raised her head and stared at her.

a long time.

Xu Zhen leaned over and planted a trembling kiss on Yang Xiu's forehead.

"good morning."

After No. 13 days of darkness passed, Yang Xiu woke up.

Since then, the haze has dissipated and the sky is clear.

Not long after waking up, Yang Xiu saw her personal doctor, an Englishman named Tang.

This very low-key Mr. Tang was recommended to Xu Zhen by Fearth, the boss of the Latin Group, which belongs to the same group as Times. royal family.In fact, even with Feiers' great efforts, Xu Zhen finally flew to the UK a few days ago and negotiated several times before he could invite Mr. Tang back.

The middle-aged man told Yang Xiu kindly, "Don't worry, you will be fine."

Yang Xiu thanked her in return.

In the living room, Yang Xiu was sitting in a wheelchair, and Xu Zhen was standing behind her. The gentlemanly Mr. Tang put on his top hat, gestured to the two, and turned to leave.

When the gate was closed, the person behind bent down and opened his arms to embrace the frail lover in the wheelchair from behind.

Yang Xiu turned sideways, gently rubbed her cheek on the side of Xu Zhen's neck, and said slowly in a hoarse voice, "Thank you."

Xu Zhen put his hand next to Yang Xiu's ear, stroked the hair next to her ear, and responded softly, "You and I don't need to say thank you."

Yang Xiu vaguely recalled that night in Lhasa, when Xu Zhen also said softly to her, "Don't say sorry."

The two cuddled together for a long time, Yang Xiu suddenly remembered the story before coma, and asked Xu Zhen, "How is the times?"

Xu Zhen put his finger next to Yang Xiu's ear with a bit of strength. He was not very happy that Yang Xiu had just woken up and thought hard about cumbersome questions. Then he restrained his displeasure and said slowly: "This is not a short story. Get better, and I'll tell you more."

As long as it is what Yang Xiu wants, Xu Zhen will give it.

As long as Yang Xiu wanted to know, Xu Zhen would tell her.

as always.

From now on, from the acquaintance to the present, and then to the rest of my life.

Mr. Tang said Yang Xiu needed more exposure to the sun.

After Yang Xiu woke up, every morning when the sun was good, Xu Zhen pushed her down to take a walk in the community.

Occasionally, Yang Xiu saw figures in the bushes, but most of the time, her body was struggling to adapt to the new combination and living environment, and she temporarily lost the ability to see and hear all directions.

Yang Xiu didn't care much about this.

In the evening, a professional female nurse came to massage Yang Xiu's body. Xu Zhen never evaded, and just read a book, but every time he looked up at the hospital bed, his eyes were deep. When others left, Yang Xiu always trembled Begging for mercy.

Or, occasionally, which topic took a fork in the road and slipped away from Yang Xiu's original leaving without saying goodbye...

Even if there was nothing on Yang Xiu's body that could withstand bullying, when Xu Zhen pinched her ears, Yang Xiu could still resist one or two, but when Xu Zhen bent down and rubbed her ear with the tip of his teeth.

Even Yang Xiu, who has experienced many battles, can only beg for mercy with a blushing face and shining eyes.

A few days later, when Yang Xiu stood up from the wheelchair for the first time, Xu Zhen gave her a gift.

A document bag.

Inside is a person's complete information, household registration book, ID card, learning experience, and even work experience in the era.

Yang Xiu has seen most of the contents of this folder. When she entered the era last year, she memorized this file by heart. Compared with the one she had seen at the beginning, the contents of the folder were only more than that of last year. to this part of the year.

The authenticity of these documents can be known only by the feel of them.

They are completely real and legal, Yang Xiu's identity.

This identity was handed over from Xu Zhen's hand, which has extraordinary meaning. It means that Yang Xiu at this moment has a brand-new white-washed identity, and completely bid farewell to the former Yang Ping'an.

Those countless bullets back then, as well as those darkness and killings that had just passed away, from the moment Yang Xiu held this file bag, it had nothing to do with her anymore.

She is Yang Xiu, the Yang Xiu of the times, and Xu Zhen's Yang Xiu, and nothing else.

This file bag was so heavy that Yang Xiu's hands trembled slightly, and her eyes were red.

She asked Xu Zhen tremblingly, "What did you pay for it?"

A chuckle was her answer.

"Do you think I sold the era for you?"

Xu Zhen laughed, pinched Yang Xiu's face, "Secretary, you still have a lot to learn."

"When the work-related injury is over, the part-time job will be returned to me."

Yang Xiu held the file bag in one hand and Xu Zhen in the other, and looked at her seriously, "Then tell me, you didn't pay anything that I would not want back."

"What about you, I can't guarantee it."

Compared to Yang Xiu's nervousness, Xu Zhen teased very relaxedly: "In business, there is nothing that I, Xu Zhen, would not come back to."

Yang Xiu wanted to add that Xu Zhen had already taken the file bag from her, put it aside indifferently, and put the two exquisite crutches in Yang Xiu's palm.

In another month, the two crutches were also put into the locker.

Yang Xiu regained normal mobility.

President Xu and her chief secretary have officially returned to the era.

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There is about one chapter left, as well as the extra trailer, which will be updated irregularly next week.

Have a nice weekend~