most beautiful

He came to Luming's room lightly, and He Pingan realized that Luming probably couldn't be heard.

At 12:30, it was the deepest time of the night, but the people trapped in the quilt were not sleeping well.

Lu Ming seemed to be haunted by a nightmare, muttering something in a low voice, and his body moved restlessly.

He Pingan was a little worried that he was still suffering from a fever, so he approached the bed, wanting to reach out to test Lu Ming's temperature.

As if feeling He Pingan's warm hand covering his head, Lu Ming whimpered softly, and a hot tear fell from the corner of his eye.

The bedroom did not draw the curtains, and the moonlight shone in the room. He Pingan just watched Lu Ming's tears fall into his temples and mix into his sweat-soaked hair.

The moment He Pingan withdrew his hand in a hurry, he only heard Lu Ming yell a few words vaguely, his voice infinitely desolate in the darkness of midnight.

"Zhou Ziyue—don't" He Pingan finally understood this time, what he called was an out-of-tune name.

It's just that I can't figure out what kind of breakup would make Lu Ming, a big man, cry in his dreams.

He Ping'an lowered his head and stood on the spot in a daze, facing Lu Ming's eyes that suddenly opened.

Seeing Lu Ming looking at him with blank and unfamiliar eyes, He Ping'an's heart suddenly throbbed.

It's for Lu Ming, but also for himself.

The two looked at each other for a while, and saw that Lu Ming had come to his senses. He couldn't stand the silence, so He Pingan broke the silence first.

"Well, don't get me wrong, I just came here to see if your fever has subsided, and I didn't mean to enter your bedroom to spy on your privacy." He Pingan sped up his speech when he got nervous.

Lu Ming frowned and pointed to his ears.

He Pingan discovered that Lu Ming was not wearing a hearing aid.

"Turn on the light first." He Pingan understood some of the off-key words.

He flipped on the switch, and the bedroom was lit up. He Ping'an turned around and saw Lu Ming half leaning against the head of the bed wearing a hearing aid. The pajamas on his upper body were already soaked in sweat.

"Are you okay? I came here to take a look because I was worried about you." He Pingan said word by word.

Lu Ming nodded, "Well, the fever is gone, you can go back to sleep. I will stay by myself for a while."

He Pingan thought about the scene just now, and didn't know how to comfort Lu Ming who was crying because of his broken love. After hesitating for a few seconds, he obediently left Lu Ming's bedroom.

Lu Ming looked at He Pingan who went back to sleep, and let out a light breath.

He Pingan didn't know that Lu Ming was shivering from the cold now, but he didn't feel like he had died once when he woke up after every dream in the past.

That's because there is an energetic him by his side.

Lu Ming took off the hearing aid, supported himself on the wheelchair with his trembling arms, and rowed to the bathroom.

The hot water from the shower head fell on the skin, and Lu Ming felt that he had returned to the world again.

Day thinking, night dreaming.

Sure enough, I dreamed of Zhou Ziyue again tonight, and it was the scene I was least willing to experience.

That day was the biggest nightmare of Lu Ming's life.

But because he recalled too many times, dreamed too many times, and regretted too many times, everything that happened that day was clearly remembered by Lu Ming.

In City D, Lu Ming quarreled with Zhou Ziyue because of being suppressed.

The two rested in the hotel for a day, and Lu Ming was lying on the bed because of the chrysanthemum injury, instructing Zhou Ziyue to buy this and that for himself.

After Zhou Ziyue promised that Lu Ming would come back in the future, the two finally reconciled.

After all, Lu Ming couldn't bear to be really angry with Zhou Ziyue.

On the third day, Zhou Ziyue got up early, hugged Lu Ming and kissed him, and said happy birthday to him, only then did Lu Ming realize that it was his 22nd birthday.

Lu Ming still stayed in bed, and asked Zhou Ziyue to go to the surrounding snack shops to buy himself local specialty snacks for breakfast.

Zhou Ziyue obediently went out, Lu Ming dawdled and began to get dressed, wash his face and brush his teeth.

When Zhou Ziyue came back with breakfast, Lu Ming opened the door for him.

Zhou Ziyue followed Lu Ming, the two of them ate snacks slowly, and finally started packing at 09:30 in the morning, planning to go to the scenic spot.

Before the two went out, Lu Ming suddenly felt that the sky was shaking, and everything around him changed instantly.

Unable to stand upright, both of them fell to the ground. The ground, walls and ceiling began to crack. Lu Ming knew in his heart that there might be an earthquake.

A beam fell from somewhere, and it was about to hit Lu Ming's body, Zhou Ziyue yanked Lu Ming past him, and used his body to protect Lu Ming's upper body.

Everything seemed to happen in an instant.

When Lu Ming came to his senses, the warm crimson liquid had already dripped onto his face along Zhou Ziyue's head, mixed with his own tears, and fell into the smoke and dust together.

That was the first time Lu Ming knew the taste of blood.

Zhou Ziyue supported his upper body with difficulty and looked at Lu Ming. In his blood-stained eyes, there was an indescribable tenderness, and endless reluctance and nostalgia.

As if wanting to engrave Lu Ming in his memory, Zhou Ziyue tried to reach out and touch Lu Ming's face, but failed.

He smiled weakly. At the last moment of his life, Zhou Ziyue only had time to say to Lu Ming, "Live well." Then his whole body went limp, and his powerless head brushed Lu Ming's cheek, and fell heavily to the ground.

"Ziyue?" Lu Ming called him softly, but no one responded.

Lu Ming tried hard to feel his breath with his hands, but he couldn't feel it.

Being crushed in the dusty ruins and unable to move, Lu Ming hugged Zhou Ziyue's body and wept.

The wooden beams above were still falling down, and Lu Ming's legs had already lost feeling, but he didn't care.

In the long darkness, Lu Ming just clung to Zhou Ziyue's increasingly cold body, telling himself not to sleep, not to sleep.

Until the rescuers found him, Lu Ming calmly watched them remove Zhou Ziyue's body, pronounce him dead, and put him in a bag.

Then calmly watched them rescue themselves from the ruins.

Amid the cheers and encouragement of the crowd, Lu Ming closed his eyes.

After waking up again, it was already a few days later, what Lu Ming saw when he opened his eyes was his father with red eyes and his mother who was crying all the time.