Chapter2 She is better than anyone I know

In the driver's seat, the woman was exquisitely dressed, talking and laughing confidently, in stark contrast to Shelly who was always sick and pale.

Is she... the reason why Herry rejected him?

Thinking of this possibility, Shelly's heart beat hard and he coughed.

"Ahem!"

In the silent night, the cough was so clear.

Shelly obviously saw that Herry's footsteps paused, but he didn't turn his head.

The sound of the roaring motor carried people away.

In the lonely night, Shelly didn't fall asleep until midnight.

In the dream, she saw a familiar yet unfamiliar figure. She didn't know who he was, but she wanted to catch him by feeling.

But no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't do it.

At the moment when the figure disappeared, she finally remembered his name.

"Herry!" Shelly woke up suddenly.

She looked at the ceiling blankly, and just as she sat up, the world suddenly spun, and her body softened and fell back.

I have a fever again.

Shelly was already used to this feeling, she reached out and touched her forehead, it was hot.

She took a few breaths under the quilt, picked up the phone with her weak hands, and dialed the first name in the address book.

Soon, the call was connected.

"Herry..."

Before Shelly could continue, the phone was ruthlessly hung up on the other side——

In the dark night, only the mobile phone in the palm of the hand still has a little light.

The record of the call "0 minutes and 2 seconds" was displayed on the screen, reminding Shelly of the cruel reality that just happened.

At this time, a cool breeze blew in through the open window.

Shelly shrank, dragged her tired body out of bed and wanted to find medicine.

But as soon as her feet touched the ground, her eyes went dark, her body slipped along the wall and fell to the ground, unconscious.

When I woke up again, my nose was filled with the smell of disinfectant.

Herry stood aside: "I'm awake, is there any discomfort?"

Shelly looked at him calmly as usual, as if he wasn't the one who hung up her phone indifferently last night.

"Why didn't you answer my phone?" Her voice was hoarse.

Herry was silent for a moment: "Sorry."

One apology, no explanation.

Shelly's heart felt bitter and astringent, and she also realized slowly that an invisible barrier had been erected between them at some point.

Inexplicably, she remembered the scene she saw last night, and Herry's footsteps that never stopped.

Shelly couldn't help asking: "Is it because of her? I saw you get into her car. What's your relationship? Didn't you say you don't have anyone you like?"

She asked one after another, but Herry avoided answering: "You are still sick, you should rest more."

Shelly's eyes dimmed, and she looked down at the back of her hand, which was still pierced with retention needles, the paleness was bruised and purple, and she was lifeless.

Just like her secret love that no one knew about, it was doomed to die.

Shelly suppressed her sore nose and said hoarsely, "I'm just curious about the kind of person you like."

"We have known each other for more than 20 years, can't you even say this?"

Hearing this, Herry was silent for a long time.

Just when Shelly thought he still couldn't answer, he said, "She likes red, she is very energetic, she is like a little sun in front of everyone."

Every word is the complete opposite of Shelly.

The smile on her face froze, but she still asked, "In your heart, is she that good?"

Herry nodded solemnly: "Well, she is better than anyone I know."