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"Is he angry?" He did not want Han Sifeng to have no choice but to apologize to others.

There were many things that she hadn't done wrong.

Since it was correct, there was no need for him to lower his stance.

He couldn't just give in and step on his pride because of the person he loved.

"Yeah, that's his temper. He'll be fine tomorrow." Han Sifeng lowered his head, not daring to look into his eyes.

"It seems to be more serious this time." He continued.

"It's nothing …"

Although Han Sifeng said that he was fine, he was still a bit worried.

Han Muyun's last gaze seemed to be filled with sadness.

"Ah …" "Oh yeah, what did you say just now?" Han Sifeng suddenly remembered what he said and couldn't help but feel nervous.

"Haha, Little Feng is indeed a bit …" Slow. " Lute Yin's clear laughter rang out, instantly dispelling the haze in Han Sifeng's heart.

"I do like you, but …" How do you know? " Han Sifeng asked helplessly as he laughed.

"Haha, that's why Little Feng is so cute …" He couldn't help but laugh. Suddenly, he began to cough.

Han Sifeng patted his back in pain.

It had been so long, but not only had his cough not recovered, it had even increased in intensity. It was truly heart-wrenching.

"Then do you want to date me?" Le Dian Yin finally stopped coughing, stood up, and looked into Han Sifeng's clear eyes as he asked.

"Huh?" Han Sifeng was stunned for a moment. She had never thought of this question before. "Why do you want to date? Isn't that great?"

If you like her, you have to date her?

Xiao Yin had once told her that there were tens of thousands of different feelings in this world. It wasn't that they had to be together just because they liked it, but that they had to separate just because they hated it …

He smiled gently and said, "Very good. I really like Little Wind. "

Han Sifeng smiled sweetly at him, only to find that there was a trace of sadness and comfort mixed on his face.

"What's wrong?" His expression was so strange, Han Sifeng couldn't help but ask.

"Can you always maintain this relationship with me?" Xiao Yin touched her with his cold fingers and asked softly, "We like each other, but we won't harm each other."

"If you do like it, why would you hurt it?" Han Sifeng couldn't help but laugh, and Xiao Yin said something she didn't understand.

He wanted to say something, but he started coughing again, more violently this time, until he couldn't even straighten his back.

"Xiao Yin, go see a doctor …" Han Sifeng forcefully stopped it with his words, because blood started to seep out from the gaps of his fingers where he covered his mouth.

Xiao Yin was indeed very sick.

Han Sifeng sat in the corridor of the hospital in a daze.

His pale face and the faint beat of his heart had made her feel uncertain from the beginning.

It's not just the heart, is it?

Han Sifeng tugged on the corner of his shirt and prayed with all his might.

Although it was a school hospital, the facilities here were first-rate.

Not long later, Han Sifeng saw the principal walking over.

Is the headmaster ill? A little question arose in Han Sifeng's heart.

"You are Han Sifeng, right?" The principal didn't head towards the ward, but walked up to Han Sifeng with a face full of kindness and love.

Han Sifeng stood up in shock and nodded. "Yes."

She didn't expect the principal to know her name. Could it be that it was bestowed upon him by Han Muyun?

"Sit down, I want to talk to you." The principal smiled and sat on the chair beside Han Sifeng. He crossed his hands as if he was thinking about something.

Han Sifeng sat there obediently, feeling that something was wrong.

"Where to start?" The principal, who was in his fifties, massaged his glabella and let out a long sigh. He slowly said, "I am Le Dian Yin's father."

"Ah?!" Han Sifeng tried his best to suppress his surprise and looked at the principal in shock.

He smiled, but his tone became serious and went straight to the point, "Xiao Yin not only inherited his mother's surname, but also his mother's illness. Just like his sister, he was born with a weak heart. After sixteen years of age, his body gradually stopped growing … This is a strange disease that the medical community is helpless about. "

"Stop growing your body... "Strange …" Han Sifeng couldn't digest all that in an instant as he mumbled the last sentence in disbelief.

"Yes, therefore, there must be many people who don't believe that he is my son." The principal's smile was ancient, mixed with a hint of sorrow, "But in fact, he is already 24 years old."

"Twenty … "Four …" Han Si Feng continued to mutter, but his thoughts seemed to have stopped moving.

"After Xiao Yin graduated from high school, he had been studying medicine at home. Because he looks sixteen or seventeen years old, he is unable to go to the university he hopes to attend, and I don't feel at ease that he is out there alone. But in August of this year, he asked to go to school here. "

The principal took a deep breath and continued, "He said that he wanted to leave behind the last few beautiful and innocent memories. He wanted to relive his high school life once more … As long as he's happy, I'm willing to do anything. So, according to his request, you all became deskmates. "

"He … Is his illness all right? " Han Sifeng's mind buzzed as he asked timidly while hugging his tiny wings.

"Who knows …" The principal sighed, his eyes filled with infinite grief. "He knows that his survival rate will also be higher. His body will soon age, and his resistance will slowly decrease …"

The late autumn wind blew through the corridor, gently lifting the hair beside Han Sifeng's ears.

Xiao Yin had been suffering, right? Everyone wanted to keep a beautiful youth, but he was denied the right to grow up.

Although the skin was that of a teenager and the eyes were that of a teenager, what about the soul?

The weak beating heart was not just twenty-four years old, right?

"..." If you want to go back to high school, it's because of a girl called Xiao Feng. " The headmaster's voice pulled Han Sifeng back. Although his eyes had experienced countless hardships, they were still very bright with a faint smile. It made people feel lonely, just like Le Dian's eyes.

"Xiao Yin …" You don't want me to know this, do you? "

As if suddenly attacked by grief, after a long while, Han Sifeng asked softly while pinching his fingers.

"You're a good girl. It would only be good for you if I told you earlier." A trace of melancholy appeared in the headmaster's eyes. He looked at the gentle young girl before him and said, "When you're quiet, you look a lot like Caiwei."

"Caiwei?"

Was he talking about his sister?

The principal turned around and continued, "It's the child's elder sister. He had closed himself up after high school, and he had never seen anyone except for walking out to the ball game every afternoon. Because he could not grow a new body, he was afraid of being hated and hurt. "Maybe it's because you're like Caiwei, very obedient, very gentle, and will never hurt someone else's Caiwei …"

"But I like him a lot." Han Sifeng lowered his head and muttered.

"What about two years from now? or longer, if he hasn't... You haven't left, but you've already grown up. He's still young, so will you continue to stay by his side? " The principal laughed. Young people's thoughts were always pure.

But time will take everything, their simplicity and their original purpose.

Han Sifeng was slightly startled. He had never thought of this before.

That's a terrible thing, isn't it?

He didn't dare to imagine Xiao Yin's aged appearance. He had the bones of a youth, the features of a youth, but his eyes and skin seemed to slowly age …

And at that time, what did she look like?

"I'm glad that Yinzi was able to walk out of his closed world and have friends of his own. Thank you, "the headmaster said with a smile, patting my shoulder when he saw that Han Sifeng didn't say anything." I'm telling you this because I hope you can find the warmest distance between you two. "

People who liked each other shouldn't hurt each other.

Whether it was for this girl who looked like Caiwei, or his son who no longer had any hope in life …

Han Sifeng finally understood …

Why she couldn't understand him.

A twenty-something year old man and a teenage girl had completely different thoughts.

"I know it's hard." Seeing that Han Sifeng remained silent, the principal sighed and continued, "If I can't do it, then I'll end it as soon as possible …"

"No." Han Sifeng shook his head and said in a clear but firm voice, "I told him before that I will never abandon him before he leaves me."

It was a promise to him in his back garden, facing the blue sky and the ground full of Fanfei.

No matter how old she was or how she disappeared, Han Sifeng would stand where he was and keep his promise.

"Want to see him?" The principal asked, looking at the young girl in front of him for a long time, as a smile slowly leaked out of his eyes.

Han Sifeng nodded and smiled, "When will Xiao Yin be discharged?"

"There's something wrong with his lungs. Coughing up blood is not a serious problem, so you don't have to worry." "He doesn't like to stay in the ward. He'll want to be discharged at once."

Sure enough, he was quietly looking at the infusion bottle with his eyes wide open on the sickbed.

"Feng, all of you …" He was surprised to see the headmaster and me enter.

His inquiring eyes fell on his father's face.

"Feng, you came to visit us today?" The principal smiled and walked over to him as he asked gently.

"You told her?" Le Dian Yin's face slightly darkened as he heard these words.

"Lil 'Yin, what do you want to eat tonight? I can make it for you." Han Sifeng smiled as he moved closer and lightly pressed on his arm.

Le Dian Yin closed his eyes and remained silent for a long time. He slowly opened his eyes with a faint smile on his face, "Let me think … "What would you like to eat tonight …"

Hui Ji had to be hurt, and his love was deep.

These four words suddenly appeared in Han Sifeng's mind.

She looked at Xiao Yin's smiling face and had the urge to cry.

His house was empty, surrounded by shelves of books.

Even with so many books, it was unable to make up for the cold atmosphere.

Because his mother had died early and his sister was no longer here, he had suffered from such a strange disease and almost no relatives or friends had come here.

He also did not want to get into contact with his family and friends.