“Of course I remember what Young Master Mu did to me, that’s why I reminded you, Elder Xi still values you.”
Eyebrow-scar Doctor stood there and said respectfully.
sneered, and raised a cup of wine to her lips to drink it in one gulp, that taste was as though it was burning, “After Xi Yu’s death, the Elder Xi was depressed, but I was the one who slowly took over Xi Yu’s hand. During this period of time, how many things have I done for the Xi Family, what were the results? When they married the minuscule thought to someone else, did they ever hesitate at all? “
Mu Qianchu picked up the bottle and poured a cup of wine into it, “What do you know?”
The Eyebrow-scar Doctor said.
“Yes, it was a mistake.” Mu Qianchu raised his wine cup, his long and narrow eyes focused on the alcohol inside, his lips curved up in a self-deprecating smile, “Originally, minuscule thought was somewhat guilty towards me, but in the end, drinking wine led to an accident. Now, she is peacefully enjoying her love, and completely doesn’t remember the existence of someone like me.”
There was no phone call.
He didn’t even mention his name when he was on the phone with his parents.
He did not remember White Snow, but he remembered the time he pinched the snow ball with Shi Xiaonian. At that time, Shi Xiaonian was not there, nor was it the powerful Gong Ou.
“Qianchu, this is snow. It’s icy cold.”
Mu Qianchu looked at the snow in the pail, reached out and grabbed a handful of snow, the Eyebrow-scar Doctor frowned, “Young Master Mu.”
“…”
How heartless, minuscule thought.
How could she not even contact him? She said that he was her most important friend, yet friends were meant to be forgotten?
Why did it become complete?
Faintly, Mu Qianchu felt like he was a teenager again. Shi Xiaonian held out a snowball to him, letting him feel the icy cold of the snow.
Melting.
Mu Qianchu was satisfied with the quietness now. He laid on the sofa and curled his legs, holding onto his phone tightly, he spoke into his phone, “minuscule thought, the snow has melted. Really, look, the snow has melted.”
No matter how long it would take, she only wanted Gong Ou.
“Bam!”
Mu Qianchu smashed his phone fiercely against the wall. His head suddenly hurt, and he reached out to press his head down, opening his eyes to look around. Everything in front of him was in his line of sight, making him dizzy.
His vision blurred.
Drunk again.
Good for him to be drunk. This way, his heart wouldn’t hurt anymore.
Every time he woke up, his head hurt.
Recurrence of eye disease.
Mu Qianchu stood in front of the window and his hand that was hanging by his side trembled.
He had nothing left, but his eyes had come back to find him.
“I’ll be blind again.”
“At this stage, he will not be completely blind, but Young Master Mu needs to be prepared to undergo the operation again.” Eyebrow-scar Doctor said, he understood medical knowledge.
“What are the chances of success?”
“…”
“20%?” or less than ten percent? ” Mu Qianchu stood at the window, his entire body enveloped in sunlight. He sneered, “The doctor who operated on me said before, if there is a recurrence, you can’t hope to see it anymore.”