Murong Qingzhen knew very well that his father, Murong Yuanhong, did not have a good impression of Jiang Zimo, but with his methods, if he wanted her to be his daughter-in-law, he would definitely do it cleanly and leave no trace.
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Rather than like this, which would only make her lose her child, make her miserable, and plunge her into a world of resentment and despair.
Because doing so would definitely result in more losses than gains for him. After all, no matter where she falls, he, Murong Qingyi, will not give up this relationship easily.
Since it was not his father who did it, then who pushed this teetering snowball?
Murong Qingzhen buried this question in his heart, and he swore that one day, he would make the mastermind pay a heavy price for this.
Now, after stepping out of the elevator, he looked a little haggard. Although he still looked handsome and elegant, and was well-dressed and fashionable, the smile on his face became increasingly rare.
He had walked through the familiar and bright corridor no less than a hundred times in this month, and came to her ward. Through the huge bright glass window of the ward, Murong Qingzhen looked inside and sat on the window sill with an expressionless expression.
The petite figure in front of her, with deep eyes as black as an ancient pool, could not hide the pain in her heart.
Even after so long, he still couldn't forget the scene when he found her in the mountain hut. He hugged her tightly, like a treasure he accidentally broke, feeling heartbroken and remorseful.
At that moment, how much he hated and hated his own powerlessness.
He could only watch her in pain, but he couldn't share any of it.
Outside the window, the green branches are exuding fragrance, almost reaching into the window. The afternoon sun shines warmly on Jiang Zimo's skin, which is as transparent and flawless as white porcelain, shining with a dazzling luster.
Murong Qingzhen looked at her figure, with a trace of pain in his eyes that could not be dissipated.
She is a living person, and from the outside, she is still a young girl with a beautiful face. The huge disaster did not leave any traces on her body, but it seems that as soon as you get close to her, you will
You will find that she is more like a dead person, with a living body but no soul, a living dead who has no awareness of anything in the outside world.
Jiang Zimo is now as quiet as a fine white porcelain statue. There is no focus in the dark pupils. He cannot cry, laugh, run or jump.
She would only look at him quietly occasionally, and then gently move her eyes away, continuing to look at other things blankly.
She no longer gave him any reaction or resisted any of his actions, no matter what he said or did.
Murong Qingzhen once almost collapsed in front of Jiang Zimo like this. He couldn't suppress the pain in his heart. He shed tears and roared like a wounded beast.
But she didn't respond at all.
Then, his heart seemed to have died along with hers.
Day after day, his hope and his love were shattered by her neglect, and were damaged to the point of ruin.
But he still refused to give up, because he knew that he still loved her deeply.
"Azi, the doctor said you can be discharged from the hospital. A change of environment may be more helpful for your recovery."
He held her hand tightly, put it to his lips and kissed her softly. Cold tears slid down his handsome face and fell into her warm and smooth palm.