Chapter 407

Lin Xuan didn't blush or skip a beat, talking nonsense seriously.

He was talking with great interest and emotion.

But the person concerned on the hospital bed had already been baffled by this wave of continuous praise.

Su Qingge felt embarrassed, curling her tender white toes involuntarily.

Fortunately, she couldn't touch the ground now.

Otherwise, she could have used her toes to dig out a three-bedroom apartment on the ground.

Having lived for so many years.

She really didn't know that her writing was so "6" that it could get such exaggerated praise.

However...

Even knowing that Lin Xuan's words were exaggerated.

But Su Qingge still instinctively felt happy.

This has nothing to do with right or wrong, it's just human nature.

Maybe in the eyes of others...

Lin Xuan's speech is very outrageous, very much like a sycophant.

But in the eyes of the young girl, she just wrote a few words.

Lin Xuan was willing to spend so many words, so much time and energy, racking his brains to praise her, to compliment her.

The intention behind this flattery is what moved her.

In short, one sentence.

Because of Lin Xuan's existence, she is very happy today, and can be happy all day.

That's enough, isn't it?!

【Lin Xuan, all along... thank you.】

【If it weren't for you, I might not have lasted until today. When I first became a vegetative patient, I was very desperate, I was very broken, I wanted to... die.】

【These days, your company gave me hope, gave me the courage to face the darkness.】

【I have a lot to say, but thousands of words... turned into one sentence...】

【Thank you.】

【I owe you a life.】

Since this was the first time communicating with Lin Xuan solemnly face-to-face to express gratitude.

Although Su Qingge was a bit shy.

But she still opened her heart rarely, writing slowly stroke by stroke, as if to integrate her gratitude into every word.

"Qingge, you..."

Lin Xuan, who was originally talking incessantly.

Seeing the words on the white paper containing the young girl's gratitude, his voice gradually became smaller and smaller, until it completely disappeared.

At this moment, everything is unspoken.

A curve appeared on Lin Xuan's lips involuntarily.

To be honest.

The young girl's sincere response made him feel warm.

And a little excitement that the girl next door has grown up, and the long-term payment has finally been responded to.

Then, Lin Xuan reached out and pinched the girl's pink, tender cheeks, pretending to tease:

"Qingge, I accept your thanks."

"But the ancients often said: the grace of saving a life should be repaid by giving oneself."

"Ahem... I think this sentence from the ancestors makes a lot of sense. What do you think?"

To this, Su Qingge was silent for a moment.

Then, she wrote a word heavily on the white paper:

【Okay.】