Suddenly a head poked out from the door of the ward, and he quietly looked around the ward. After finding the purple phantom, a pair of watery eyes revealed a bright light in his apricot eyes.
Liang Yimo was immersed in the pain of losing her child. Although the child came at the wrong time, he lived with her for three months. It was so real. The grief in her eyes fell on Han Siyou's eyes, and the hand on her left hand
He tightened his grip unconsciously.
Ye Chen, what are you thinking? Since she is pregnant, why don't you protect her and let her get hurt?
Han Siyou thought of the scene where Liang Yimo fell in a pool of blood that he had just rushed in. No one around him wanted to come up to help. If he hadn't happened to pass by, he would not have dared to imagine the serious consequences of this incident.
Why do you want to give me a chance to penetrate?
"So you are here!"
A sound like a silver bell rang in the ward, and a girl ran over from the door and quickly hugged Han Siyou's arm with a happy face.
A strange person suddenly appeared in the room. Although he was cute, he didn't arouse much interest in Liang Yimo. She stared at the ceiling above her head blankly, as if all this had nothing to do with her.
"Who asked you to come?" Han Siyou's face turned cold.
He quickly threw away the girl's wrist and pushed her away mercilessly, hitting the vase on the side and knocking it to the ground. The girl's hands immediately rested on the broken glass. Pain was the first thing the girl felt.
Feeling the pain, her forehead was covered with sweat. She looked innocently at the man standing on the side of the hospital bed, trying not to cry.
The corners of Han Siyou's eyes trembled. The scene behind him had already fallen into his eyes. He kept looking at the person lying on the hospital bed. That was his guardian in this life. She hurt him even more and even wanted to take her with her.
I also bear the pain together.
The girl was used to his temper and did not feel aggrieved. She got up from the ground, walked to the bed obediently, and cautiously said hello to the person lying on the hospital bed, "Sister, are you in pain?"
"
Hearing the voice, Liang Yimo raised her head and realized that a young and beautiful girl had appeared in the room. The concern in her watery eyes warmed her heart. The girl's eyes were too innocent and she couldn't bear to hurt her.
"The pain is over!"
If it hurt, it would have passed long ago.
Even she herself didn't know what it felt like.
Can't breathe, can't think, can't do anything.
She didn't know what else she could do but be in pain now, but she couldn't do anything but be in pain.
The girl looked at Liang Yimo in confusion and muttered, "It's strange how it doesn't hurt. I fell from such a high staircase and lost so much blood. If I had died of pain, I would have died."
The girl's voice was neither too loud nor too soft, and just as Liang Yimo and Han Siyou heard it, the pain in Liang Yimo's eyes became even more tragic.
She fell down such a high staircase, but it was very painful. She remembered how she fell down the stairs, and she would never forget how Ye Chen rushed up to pick up Shen Jiayao with a worried look on his face and rushed downstairs.
, but he was pushed by Shen Jiayao intentionally or unintentionally and fell down the stairs.
And she will never forget Ye Chen's cold and disappointed eyes when he rushed up to her, which completely plunged her into despair.
Han Siyou saw that Liang Yimo thought of some unpleasant things because of Cen Kexin's words, so he pulled Cen Kexin away from the bed and dragged him out of the ward door.
"Get up, this is not the place you should be!"
Cen Kexin was grabbed by the sudden force. She struggled, "Let go, it hurts me."
Han Siyou's arm was like an iron wall, no matter how hard Cen Kexin pushed, he couldn't push it away.
This man had no sympathy for her at all. Cen Kexin felt aggrieved for a moment, and her palms still hurt. No one in her family had ever treated her like this. She had suffered such grievances.
She just wanted to care about the woman lying on the bed. She could feel the sadness in her eyes, and there was no malicious intent.
Only one word came out of the man's thin lips, "Get out!"
He pushed and pulled her mercilessly toward the door.
But the girl became more determined because of his words. She shouted to Han Siyou, "Third Young Master, I'm not here to see you. I'm here to see this sister. You have no right to let me go."
The girl pouted her little mouth with a stubborn look on her face. She was not convinced.
Why?
She took advantage of the man's daze and secretly glanced at the person on the bed a few more times.
I want to know what the person who is treasured by this man looks like. I was just infected by her sadness and did not pay attention to what she looks like.
The argument in the ward did not attract Liang Yimo's attention. Liang Yimo closed his eyes deeply and said very tiredly, "Siyou, you guys go out first. I want to be alone."
Han Siyou immediately put down Cen Kexin, strode towards the bed, and said softly, "What's wrong?"
One hand gently twisted the quilt for her. When his eyes touched the little woman in front of him, his eyes were so soft that they could melt into boiling water. This was the first time Cen Kexin had seen this kind of third young master. He was a completely different person.
Generally speaking, no one can get in between them.
Cen Kexin stood at the door and stared blankly. She always thought that a man like Mr. San would not have such a gentle side and become so gentle.
But that will never belong to her.
Under the warm light, the man's perfect profile and gentle eyes were deeply imprinted in Cen Kexin's heart.
As if she had been waiting for a long time, at that moment, she was absolutely sure that he was the one she was looking for.
Under the quilt, Liang Yimo curled up and hugged her bodies together. She hugged her tightly, but she still felt cold. A pair of warm hands stretched out and hugged her tightly. The smell of musk was mixed with a unique
His breath hit his nostrils, "Yimo, I'm always here."
As long as you are willing, I will always be there.
Liang Yimo was very moved for a moment, and a pair of watery and innocent eyes suddenly flashed through her mind. Han Siyou didn't understand her, but she knew very well the girl's feelings for Han Siyou. She pushed away the arms that warmed her shoulders,
"I'm tired and want to be alone."
Han Siyou put away his pushed hand, his narrow eyes flashed with strange light, and he said in a deep voice, "Okay, then you have a good rest. If you need anything, just press the button on the bedside or call me."
"Um."
A muffled sound came from the quilt. Han Siyou put away his eyes, turned and walked towards the door. He took Cen Kexin, who was a little dazed, and walked out the door without saying a word.
After the door of the ward was closed again, Liang Yimo, who was hiding under the quilt, emerged from it, and the tears in his eyes poured out like a torrent.
After holding it in for too long, she just wanted to cry all at once.
***I'm a little embarrassed today. Everyone knows about the Chinese New Year. Fortunately, I updated in time. Please understand.