In the early morning, the first ray of sunlight shines into the simple little house, coating the room with a warm and soft golden light. The two people on the bed remain motionless, but if you look carefully, you can notice a little bit.
Notice that the man's handsome eyebrows were slightly knitted together, looking extremely restless. The thin woman beside him had a calm look on her face. Although her face was still pale, the increasingly powerful sound from the ventilator still reminded them of their situation.
It's getting better...
After the pain, it would be great if it could really feel like a new life... Abang stood firmly on the bedside, looking at the two people, with such emotion. We have tortured each other enough, and we have tasted each other's pain.
After that, should it be fine now? Should the two of us be fine after waking up?
Isn't this how it's played out in fairy tales and TV dramas? After the injury, the male protagonist begs the heroine for forgiveness, and then the two of them live happily together. Isn't it always played out like this? But he forgot that it was just a TV drama,
It's just fairy tales. They all infinitely reduce the ugliness of human nature, while infinitely expanding the beauty and kindness of human nature.
That’s why at the beginning of each episode, there is a serious sentence: This story is purely fictional, and any similarities are purely coincidental! It is telling us not to completely believe it, it is not true!
"Well..." Du Juanchen made an unconscious noise, interrupting Abang's thinking. He quickly came to his senses, walked to the hospital bed in one step, bent down and approached Du Juanchen, and made sure
That vague sound indeed came from his mouth, so he turned his head happily and shouted to the door.
At this moment, Xia Qingge, who was lying on the side of the bed, moved his fingers and could not escape Abang's eyes at all. The joy just now expanded infinitely. It seemed that everything was really okay and he was about to wake up. But...
.....What kind of situation will it be like when he wakes up? But it also makes him worry involuntarily. I'm afraid it won't be as beautiful as he thought...
After a while, Dr. Li came with a group of people. They were divided into two groups. Half of them stayed around Du Liaochen and gave him a comprehensive examination. The other half spared Du Liaochen and walked inside to give him some medical advice.
The Shazinger examination.
The injuries of both people were equally dangerous and serious, but it was Du Liaochen who opened his eyes first and woke up. There was a frightening chill in his bottomless, brown gem-like eyes, until the corner of his eyes flickered.
When he reached the woman lying beside him, he closed his eyes again with relief.
"President, are you awake?" Abang's words came. Du Yuanchen closed his eyes and said nothing. Abang knew what he wanted to hear most and what he was most worried about. So he continued: "Young mistress, everything is fine.
, I'm just too weak and haven't woken up yet." His words were firm and forceful, as if he had given Du Jiaochen a shot of sedative, and he fell asleep again without saying a word.
When he woke up again, it was already three o'clock in the morning. Du Qiaochen opened his eyes and slept. The feeling of weakness and fatigue was finally not so strong. He subconsciously turned his head to look at Xia, who was sleeping inside and looked peaceful at the moment.
Qingge, the movement of turning his head caused a slight pain in the wound on his body, but he didn't care at all. He raised the corner of his mouth and gasped "hiss", it really hurt!
But when he saw her peaceful face and her lying next to him intact, he felt that the pain at the moment was not so strong. When he held her hand and let her stab it in, he felt
Her hands were so trembling that she could hardly hold the handle of the knife, and she was even struggling a little, and her eyes were even more panicked. He could clearly see a trace of struggle, a trace of heartache, a trace of shock and a trace of unbearability in her eyes.
When life comes to an end, hatred will be forgiven, right? Xia Qingge, do you think so? Du Yuechen looked at that face infatuatedly. In the past two years, he had never slept like that just now.
Even though it hurt, even though it was difficult to breathe, and his whole body felt uncomfortable, with her by his side, he felt inexplicably relieved.
It was as if he suddenly found a home and attachment, just like a person who had wandered for a long time found a harbor. He felt at ease, happy and determined like never before! Thinking of this, he slowly raised his arms,
He moved up, then up a little more, and then he took her into his arms with difficulty, holding her unconscious body stiffly with one hand...
It would be nice to hold her soft body like this for a lifetime! Du Qiaochen raised the corners of his lips tenderly and dotingly...
"Don't...die" Xia Qingge seemed to have a nightmare, gasping for breath in horror, and then sat up suddenly, looking at everything around him with empty eyes, as if he was still trapped in that...
Unable to extricate myself from the nightmare.
"Are you having a nightmare?" As if they had been married for many years, the husband was comforting his wife who had a nightmare, so naturally and kindly.
Until his waist was hugged by a soft arm from behind, "Don't die..." Hearing the slightly frightened voice, Du Yuochen's hands froze in place. The person in his arms was violently
Trembling, a new round of pain began in his trembling heart, and his mind was in an uproar...
"Don't be afraid, I'm here, I'm here." Du Xiaochen's words made Xia Qingge, who was originally in a state of panic, stiffen up. When he came into contact with Xia Qingge's frightened eyes, Du Xiaochen felt a pain, and his heart felt hot again.
stand up.
Xia Qingge lost control, screamed, and prepared to break free from Du Jiaochen's restraints, but the more she struggled, the tighter he held her. Regardless of the pain in her wrists, she struggled to escape from the restraints of his arms, and he did the same.
Like a child who refuses to admit defeat, he is stubborn and stubborn and refuses to let go, even if his face becomes more and more ugly and pale, and there are more and more beads of sweat on his forehead.
"Plop!" Xia Qingge dodged and fell directly from the inside of the bed. Du Jiechen tried to grab her hand, but it was too late. A muffled sound spread from the ground. Xia Qingge grunted.
She huddled up in pain, lying on the ground and moaning: "It hurts... it hurts... it hurts." She seemed to be muttering unconsciously, her eyes were closed tightly, and she made a painful voice.
issued from the mouth.
In shock, Du Liaochen suddenly stood up from the bed without hesitation. He wanted to see where she was injured and where it hurt. When he saw her lying on the ground, curled up in a ball, weakly shouting "it hurts"
, he completely forgot about his injuries, and just wanted to go to her side all the time to see if she was okay?
"Well..." came his painful and forbearing voice. He instinctively covered his heart with his hand. The red blood spread along the wrapped gauze. The corners of his palm and forehead were densely soaked with sweat. His whole body was soaked with sweat.
It's as if the person has been soaked in water.
Abang ran in when he heard the voice and was startled, "President, young lady." Even a person who has seen the world was shocked and speechless by the sight in front of him. Du Yuochen covered his heart and got up from the bed in pain.
Sitting up, the blood on his heart gathered into a stream along the gauze, but the injured person seemed completely unaware. A pair of black eyes stared worriedly at the woman who fell to the ground and kept moaning and crying "pain"
.
"President." Abang said hurriedly. He had already stopped in front of Du Liaochen and wanted to help him lie down on the bed, but before he could do so, his hand stopped in mid-air.
"Quickly...go and see how...she is doing. Is she broken? Why...she keeps...crying out in pain." He was worried and anxious.
Abang couldn't help but be shocked by his impatient words. This woman was more important to the CEO than his own life. He knew how important this person was to the CEO.
So, without any hesitation, he came to Xia Qingge's side, picked her up and put her on the bed where she had just fallen, and shouted hurriedly toward the door: "Doctor Li, come here quickly, my wife has fainted."
In fact, it was not just the CEO's wife who fainted. The next second after Abang carried Xia Qingge to bed, Du Jiaochen was overwhelmed and fainted again.
So...a thrilling rescue drama was once again staged in a cabin of more than ten square meters...
I don't know how much time passed, but Xia Qingge woke up and saw the man sleeping on her own small bed. She subconsciously touched her hand outside and her heart dropped. The man lying next to her...how?
Could it be gone? Her tears were pouring down. How could it be gone? Where had he gone? It couldn't be... Thinking of this, the scene of a dagger piercing his heart appeared in her mind. She covered her mouth,
He whimpered loudly, feeling so uncomfortable that he could hardly breathe.
Could it be that he was really dead, killed by herself, but why did she not feel the pleasure of revenge, but instead felt heartbroken beyond measure, as if she would die at any moment? She cried intermittently, not paying attention at all.
On her right side, on the "bed" barely built with a few broken wooden boards, a man looked at her heartbroken look, his face almost wrinkled in pain. She cried so much that he felt heartbroken.
All broken...
Her heart throbbed, she was crying, sad, sad, why was she crying, why did she look so sad, so sad, as if his heart was crushed by her crying,
For a moment, my heart felt like glass!
"Stop crying, I'm not dead yet." He pretended to be relaxed, but it made Xia Qingge's tears flow more fiercely. Through her hazy tearful eyes, she saw the man's safe and sound figure, looking at
His pale, almost transparent lips, slightly trembling body, and a large area of deep red on his chest. For a moment, he felt so sad that he buried his face in his knees, tears bursting out, and he cried loudly.
As if all the grievances and uneasiness in his heart were vented on these endless tears, Du Jiaochen looked distressedly at the woman on the bed who was crying until her shoulders were twitching. He didn't say a word, just looked at it quietly and distressedly.
She looked up, her thin lips pursed tightly. Cry, cry, it will be fine if you cry, maybe it won’t hurt so much if you cry, cry! Cry!
It wasn't until Xia Qingge cried that she lost her voice and movement, perhaps tired from crying and fell asleep, then he endured the severe pain and walked over step by step, took her into his arms, and stroked her long hair.
He murmured softly, as if comforting her, but also as if speaking to himself.
"Cry, cry, it will be fine after you wake up, it won't hurt, it won't hurt anymore"...
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