Ying Shao is a Girl

She can no longer drag Ling Ling down.

She would only put too much burden on him. The college entrance examination was coming soon, and she could not influence him or destroy him.

Concealing it may be the best option.

It’s just that God is really selfish.

He had just returned to normal, but he could no longer accompany Ling Ling properly.

Shao Yun turned off the light.

The night can contain all her sadness.

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Ling Yiche walked to the door of the hospital.

The continuous autumn rain shows no signs of stopping.

Didn't bring an umbrella.

He hailed a taxi.

The rain still wet his neat white shirt.

The raindrops on the thin bangs fell on the cheeks.

He watched the hospital disappear in the rearview mirror.

That uneasy feeling came back to me.

getting stronger and stronger.

He forced himself to suppress his uneasiness.

Zhang Hong got the retribution he deserved, his mother's mental state returned to normal, and everything will get better and better.

It's just that you think too much, and nothing will happen to you.

Ling Yiche comforted himself.

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The young man's figure danced in the dim light.

At this time, he was engrossed in reading the traditional Chinese medicine books. The annotations and annotations were very detailed and comprehensive, which benefited him a lot.

Coupled with his own intelligence and talents, he quickly established the framework of the basic theory of traditional Chinese medicine.

From large to small, from rough to detailed.

Ling Yiche's understanding of traditional Chinese medicine has become much clearer, and he has made a qualitative leap.

He wrote down his doubts in his notebook and left it until the weekend to go to Huaren Hall to ask Wu Huajiang.

It was late at night, and cool air flowed into the room from the window.

The young man was fascinated by the study of Chinese medicine.

Tireless at all.

Didn't fall asleep until one o'clock in the morning.

Dreamland.

The sky and the earth were gray, and the clouds were so thick that it made people breathless.

Twilight enveloped this world.

Suddenly, a person appeared in Ling Yiche's sight.

The blurred vision gradually became clear.

The man was dressed in white, with long hair reaching his waist, and his back was cold and dusty.

With the usual indifference and alienation.

Inexplicably familiar.

She turned around, with delicate eyebrows, plain teeth and red lips, and her deep and narrow peach blossom eyes were filled with a warm and bright smile.

The three feet of ice melted under her eyes.

A white dress fluttered, and three thousand blue silk threads fluttered.

Ling Yiche finally saw her face clearly.

His pupils shrank in disbelief.

win……

Ying Junchu?

she……

Is she smiling at him?

She was still smiling, she opened her mouth lightly and slowly uttered a few words.

The voice was cold and ethereal, as if it came from the distant sky, and Ling Yiche couldn't hear anything clearly.

Her voice faded in the wind.

Suddenly, a piece of blood clung to her dress.

The bright red blood dyed her white clothes red, like blooming red plums.

The corpses of the dead piled up on the ruined and barren land all around were hideous and terrifying. The strong smell of blood permeated the dead ruins. Wails bloomed in the wind, thunder and lightning neighed through the dark clouds in the sky, and the smell of blood flowed into rivers. Suffocating.

A bloodthirsty sneer appeared on the corner of her mouth, and she looked at him with bottomless eyes.

She approached him slowly, stepping on his heart with every step.

It made his heart tremble.

The world was gray, and there was only a hint of blood red in his pupils.

She was getting closer to him.

Suddenly, a white light appeared.

His vision began to blur again, and he could vaguely see her outline.

The white light became more and more intense, making my eyes sting.

He suddenly opened his eyes and sat up suddenly.

There was a dull pain in my head.

Tiny beads of sweat appeared on the palms of his hands.

It turned out to be a dream.

Why did it feel so real to him, and he was still frightened when he woke up from the dream.

Why do I have such strange dreams?

"Meng, Ying Junchu, blood..."

Ling Yiche murmured to himself, his expression seemed dazed.

The scene of her wearing bloody clothes and smiling at him appeared before his eyes again.

Why is there a lingering and slender pain in my heart?

He shook his head, stood up and washed his face with cold water, trying to wake himself up.

Is it really because I have been too tired recently that I dreamed of such strange things?