It wasn't until he walked to the ward where Xiang Qinglan lived that he felt he was really relieved. His fingers were tightly holding the medical record in his pocket. At this time, Xiang Qinglan was the only one in the ward.
, she was lying there alone like that, with the oxygen mask on her face already taken off. He walked lightly to her bedside and stared at her face closely. In fact, their faces were basically the same now.
s color.
Same pale colorless.
In fact, this is good, really good. Two people who depend on each other and support each other should be like this. What she endures, he should also endure.
He stretched out his hand and gently touched Xiang Qinglan's cheek. His fingertips were as cold as her face.
He quickly removed his hand and rubbed it vigorously. When it felt warm, he put his hand on her face again.
Lan, are you cold? He sat down and put his big palm on half of Xiang Qinglan's face, moving cautiously, fearing to hurt her.
He pursed his lips tightly, and his eyes were extremely red, but there were no tears, from the beginning to now.
Sitting beside the hospital bed, he kept watch over Xiang Qinglan without eating or drinking. No one knew what Xiang Qinglan meant to him. Everyone in the hospital thought they were lovers, and Qing's appearance was too conspicuous, so
What made everyone pay more attention was that this man really loved the woman on the hospital bed, but he would not say a word to anyone except that woman.
It's cold as hell and cool as hell. But no one knows. He's just a big kid who doesn't understand anything. He's just too afraid of losing.
Xiang Qinglan blinked her eyes slightly, like the transparent wings of a butterfly, with a vague sense of fragility. She felt that her eyelids were very heavy, and she didn't even have the strength to open them. There was a slight sensation in her chest.
of pain,
"Qing, Qing..." Her lips moved, but she was calling that person's name unconsciously. From the dream to waking up, there was only one him in her heart, the helpless Qing, the foolish fool.
Qing, how to live.
She struggled to wake up from her dream. She couldn't look at Qing and feel sad. In the days without her, she couldn't believe that Qing would live on the street again when he returned to the past. With no one to take care of him, he was no more like a child.
What's the difference.
It wasn't until a piece of light appeared in front of her that she breathed a sigh of relief and rolled her eyes. She looked at the white in front of her. The quilt, the wall, everything in front of her was white, a white that she was unfamiliar with. Here
It was a hospital, and the man's stick hit her on the back. She entered the hospital, so clear.
Qing, she struggled to sit up again, but the pain in her chest became more and more painful with her movements. She turned her head, her eyes suddenly opened slightly, and her body no longer dared to move.
Already.
Qing... She looked at the man lying on the bedside with red eyes. He was still wearing the same clothes. His hands were tightly grasping the quilt on her body. Dark shadows could be seen on his eyes. He was obviously sleeping very uneasily.
, he frowned even when he was sleeping, and his face was really bad, with green stubble covering his lower jaw. Such a clean look was really too embarrassing, and too embarrassing.
People feel sad.
She blinked her eyes, her eyes were unbearably sour. They had no relatives. He was the one who sent her to the hospital. He didn't understand anything at all. How could he bear this? How could it be left to him?
She stretched out her hand and gently touched the center of his eyebrows. She seemed to feel the reassuring warmth, and her eyebrows, which had been raised, relaxed slightly at this time.