Holding hands, smiling, nothing matters anymore.

He calmed himself down and waited for her to wake up.

It doesn't matter whether it's New Year or not at this time.

Wang Yue originally planned to come to the hospital with Fu Zhengcheng, but later Fu Zhengzheng was thinking about Chengcheng and was afraid that he would think too much, so he came alone.

"As long as it's not life-threatening, just relax, okay?"

"Um."

He agreed, and his whole figure seemed to be enveloped in the cold dark night.

When Zhuo Jian woke up again, it was after two o'clock in the middle of the night. Her vision was a little blurry and she couldn't make a sound. She just moved her beautiful eyelashes like butterfly wings, and then looked at the roof with gentle eyes.

She remembers everything.

She just didn't know how this could happen.

She had been a little tired these past two days, but the helpless feeling of suddenly losing all abilities told her that it was not due to physical exhaustion.

"Jian Jian."

There was a very soft sound in my ears.

Her eyelashes moved again.

Fu Yanye leaned in front of her, and then she saw him clearly.

His hand held hers, and she moved her thumb gently on his hand to show that she was fine.

Fu Yanye's eyes were filled with light of pain.

He didn't dare to hold her hand tightly, and even had to control his breathing.

He was afraid of hurting her or scaring her, but the more afraid he was, the more he wanted to find that person.

Someone wants his wife's life.

He took that man's life first.

Zhuo Jian breathed hard, looking at him like that, it really felt like they had gone back to the past.

"Fu Yanye."

Her lips moved, trying to call out his name.

But her throat felt uncomfortable and she couldn't make a sound.

Zhuo Jian didn't know what happened to him, so he asked him nervously with his eyes.

The fact made her feel that it was not as simple as she thought.

"There's poison in your blood."

"..."

Zhuo Jian's already haggard face looked even more embarrassed.

"But it's okay now."

He tried to be as calm as possible, not wanting to scare her.

His hand caressed the top of her head, and he looked at her with distressed eyes.

Zhuo Jian just looked at him. She hadn't seen him look at him like this for a long time.

It was really like a dream. If I hadn't suddenly felt pain in my arm, the little girl who kept apologizing to her would have appeared in my mind.

The girl didn't look like she was doing it on purpose.

Could it be that it was intentional?

Did it turn out that someone had already planned to harm her?

"The doctor said that once this medicine enters the body, it will cause you to fall into a coma within two minutes. Fortunately, it was not penetrated deeply and was cleaned up in advance."

Although he didn't want to admit it, he saved his wife's life.

What Zhuo Jian wants to know most now is who is the murderer behind the scenes.

That little girl is, at best, an alleged messenger.

It was probably dawn when her voice got better. It was rare that Fu Yanye didn't squeeze into the hospital bed with her, but sat next to her, holding her hand, staring at her infatuatedly from time to time.

"Happy New Year."

She thought he was probably frightened, so she tried her best to smile at him and make some noise.

Fu Yanye was speechless. He smiled, kissed her hand, and buried his face in her hand. He wanted to return her, but his Adam's apple moved, and it took him a long time to say:

"Happy New Year."

"Jian Jian, I am very happy to say this to you. I want to be able to say Happy New Year to you every year in the future."
Chapter completed!