He Ming stood up dumbfounded, unsure whether it was a real person or an illusion. After a while, he said, "It's just a scratch."

"Well, I can see it." Qi Han closed his eyes and rubbed his completely wet black hair. Whether it was frustration or some other emotion, he felt like he had lost his strength and fell softly down the wall.

Fortunately, He Ming was quick witted and immediately reached out to grab his waist.

The body embraced in his arms is very warm.

He Ming could hardly distinguish between a dream and a wake-up call, until he felt Qi Han's shoulders tremble. He quickly took off his suit and draped it over him, asking, "How are you?"

Qi Han waved his hand, his hair still dripping, and he replied softly, "It's okay, I ran too fast just now."

"Where did you come from?"

Qi Han was panting heavily and couldn't even make a sound.

He Ming quickly helped him sit down on the chair and went to the side to pour him a glass of water.

After finishing his drink, Qi Han finally regained his composure and asked hoarsely, "Do you want to be hospitalized?"

"Well, the doctor said there may be a slight concussion that needs to be observed in the hospital." After a pause, he asked, "How do you know about my car accident?"

Except for Qin Yuntian, he did not tell anyone about this matter.

Sure enough, Qi Han answered, "Mr. Qin informed me."

"He?" He Ming squinted his eyes, feeling a bit strange. "Didn't you change your phone number? How did he contact you?"

"I have been staying in this city for the past six months, and my relationship with Mr. Qin is also good. In fact, if you go to the bar today, you will meet me." Qi Han lowered his head and looked at the water glass, his tone gradually calmed down. "He wants to introduce you to the new friend you know... he is the person I like now."

He Ming settled there for a moment.

Is it indeed the aftermath of a car accident?

He felt a buzzing sound in his ears, unable to hear what Qi Han was saying.

Qi Han struggled for a long time before lifting his head to look at He Ming and saying, "This time is serious, and there is absolutely no intention of deceiving you, so you don't have to worry about any traps. It may be difficult at first, but if you are truly determined to try, it is not difficult to forget someone."

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He Ming clearly understood what he was saying, but couldn't understand the meaning for a moment. He only heard his own voice ask, "Why did you come over tonight?"

Qi Han reached into his pocket to touch his cigarette, only to find that it was also soaked in water. He could only take a sniff, as if trying to suppress some emotion: "When I heard the news of your car accident, my mind was blank. When I came to my senses, I had already run into the hospital. If I had known it was just a scratch, I shouldn't have appeared."

"But since you're here, let me accompany you for the night. I happen to have something to say to you in person," he said with a relaxed smile, "and I've run so hard that my legs are weak and I don't have the strength to go home anymore."

He Ming couldn't refuse and nodded, "I'll go handle the hospitalization procedures."

Taking advantage of He Ming's queuing time, Qi Han went to the nearby supermarket to buy some daily necessities and also changed his wet clothes. After everything is done, it's almost time to go to bed.

Fortunately, the conditions in the ward were good, and only He Ming lived alone, so Qi Han set up a bed to sleep next to him.

Just two people have mixed feelings in their hearts, how can they feel drowsy?

After tossing and turning on the hospital bed for a long time, He Ming finally asked, "What do you have to say to me?"

Qi Han, on the other hand, lay there motionless and said softly, "I still owe you an apology. No matter what the reason was, I shouldn't have deceived you in the beginning. You're right, based on a lie, it's just my own extravagant hope. How could it be true love?"

"Qi Han..."

"And changing oneself for the sake of love is indeed too foolish, it's not as easy as it is now."

Although He Ming had a thousand words to say, he couldn't speak at this moment and just asked, "What kind of person do you like now?"

Qi Han thought for a moment and his tone became gentle: "He is very tall and doesn't like to talk. He looks and has a personality similar to you..."

Speaking of which, he found it ridiculous and chuckled softly.

In the darkness, his eyes seemed to sparkle as he looked at Lao He Ming with an incredibly gentle expression, saying, "Do you know? You were once all my dream."

He Ming repeated those two words carefully: "Once?"

"Yeah, no matter how beautiful a dream is, it will eventually wake up. And when it's clear, it's so painful. So that day, sitting alone on the sofa, I said to myself, 'I'll never have that kind of dream again.'"

"Are you staying in this city and cutting off contact with everyone you know to avoid me?"

"I don't plan to hide for a lifetime, I just want to see you again after I've sorted out my relationship. For example, like today, even if I meet, I can still laugh and talk like an ordinary friend."

He Ming suddenly fell silent.

Qi Han lay next to him, just an arm's throw away. He reached out and could hold the person in his arms. When a car accident occurred, all he was thinking about was Qi Han. Why did he hesitate when he actually met?

Is it because in Qi Han's eyes, there is no expression of love?

As he once said to Qin Yuntian, love will gradually fade away with time. If you miss it, you will miss it and never look back.

He Ming didn't know where the bitterness in his mouth came from.

After a while, he couldn't help but ask, "Is that person... treating you well?"

"We haven't known each other for long, and currently we just have mutual feelings. We haven't reached that stage yet."

"Don't be foolish enough to secretly love others again."

"Haha, I won't, I'll just say it this time," Qi Han smiled and said, "I'm really useless only in front of you. I won't do this in the future."

He murmured to himself, as if telling He Ming, more like convincing himself, "... never again."

He Ming didn't know how he fell asleep that night.

The wound on his forehead was painful and he hugged Qi Han countless times in his dream, but after waking up, they were still separated by an arm.