She was not crying at him, but she was crying and looked very sad.
Shen Zhishu wanted to tell her not to cry, but he could not touch her face with his fingertips. His fingertips passed through her transparent skin, and he could not catch them like a ball of air.
Only Shen Zhishu could see her.
When he entered the hospital, he was very calm.
I was also very calm when facing the attending doctor and did not look like I had mental problems.
He was very open: “I saw her.”
Shen Zhishu’s condition didn’t even look like he hadn’t been sleeping all night. He said, “She cried to me, I wanted to comfort her, but couldn’t touch her.”
After a pause, he said, “But she always cried to me and rarely smiled at me.”
Not very few, almost nothing.
Looking back on the years, all he has imposed on her is forcing.
When a person dies, he begins to regret it.
What shouldn’t be done is so utterly, and it shouldn’t be done like that to her.
People’s perception of pain is also delayed.
At the beginning, Shen Zhishu actually didn’t feel anything. He looked at it as a nightmare and just woke up.
When she woke up, she was still by his side and was still waiting for him at home.
Later, I had insomnia all night.
It was midnight, I went to her room, looked at the empty room, and asked her where she had gone.
Later, the symptoms became more serious.
He held her urn and could sleep.
But I still wake up in different places, sometimes on her bed, and sometimes in the sofa chair she often nests on the balcony.
Last few times.
Shen Zhishu was woken up by his company’s subordinates in the morning.
He lay downstairs of the company, where she jumped.
The subordinate looked shocked and looked at him in disbelief, “Mr. Shen…”