The rain reflected in his pupils, drop by drop.

Those raindrops seemed to be dripping on his heart, and they were like a knife, carving a mark that was unique to him with the gentlest voice.

Half of the man's face is hidden in the shadows. His long, curled eyelashes cast a faint trace on his eyelids. His eyes are deep, his nose is high, his thin lips are pursed into a line, and his face is always calm and indifferent.

The hospital gown was a bit big, a little loose on his body, and not very coordinated.

This man is like a sculpture, sitting quietly by the window, motionless.

The little nurse came to bring him lunch.

She was startled when she saw that the medicine on the bedside was not taken. She quickly put down the tray and whispered to the man by the window: "Mr. Boris, you forgot to take the medicine in the morning. This is not good and will delay the treatment."

"I don't want to eat." His voice was hoarse and his movements were slow. It took him a long time to respond to the little nurse in front of him.

"But... this is really not possible, you must take medicine."

"Leave it alone."

"..." The little nurse was particularly embarrassed. How could she meet such a patient? When others are sick, they all want to recover soon, but he is different. He doesn't seem to cherish himself.

She couldn't figure it out.

Mr. Boris in front of me seems to be a very strange man.

"Mr. Boris, I put the food on the table, please remember to eat." She had no choice but to file a complaint with Qiao Zhixing.

Before she could go out, Ji Changmu's cell phone rang.

In the UK, no one would call him except the school.

Ji Changmu didn't want to pick it up at first. He couldn't go to school yet, and half of his classes this semester had been delayed.

The little nurse had sharp eyes and saw the caller ID: "Mr. Boris, it's the doctor's call. You answer the call. I'll go out first."

The little nurse left the ward and closed the door of the ward for him.

Doctor Ji Changmu then sat up from the sofa and walked over slowly with his long legs.

It's Qiao Zhixing's phone number.

Qiao Zhixing rarely took the initiative to call him, because in Qiao Zhixing's view, he was an extremely stubborn person, and coupled with the age gap, there was nothing to talk about between them.

If it was about surgery, then Qiao Zhixing would have nothing to talk to him about.

Ji Changmu answered the phone and coughed, making him breathless. There was also the smell of blood in his throat.

"Know what you do."

"Ji Changmu, I know you're awake." Qiao Zhixing's voice was choked with urgency, and he was different from usual at a loss. "Something happened to my sister... Something happened to my sister..."

In an instant, Ji Changmu's head buzzed, his mind went blank, he coughed lightly, and a mouthful of blood fell on the tissue.

"Ji Changmu!" Qiao Zhixing gritted his teeth, almost gritting his teeth, "Everything in the past has disappeared. I will no longer care about you, and the Qiao family will no longer care about it... This morning, something happened to my sister... This morning...

...Heavy rain in London...Car accident...No one was rescued, it was only in the morning...Ji Changmu, no one knows that you are in Bolton, only I know...I just got the news and I will rush to London right away..."

"Ji Changmu, you go see your sister off...she is gone alone...how lonely...Ji Changmu...you go and see her...she is alone in London now...you go and stay with her

...You are the only person she has ever loved and hated in her life..."

At the end of the story, Qiao Zhixing cried very hard. He cried and burst into tears.
Chapter completed!