She didn't dare to get close to him anymore. She was afraid that when she got close to him, he would suddenly disappear like a bubble in front of her eyes.
Mu Shiqin just lay quietly in front of her, his face as pale as paper. The instruments around him were all working, making a slight and monotonous sound. However, it was listening to this sound that Ruoxi was sure that he was still alive.
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Ruoxi stayed in the ward for a long time, motionless, standing next to him like a puppet. Mu Shiqin was also motionless when he was sick, but he lay like a dead person. If it weren't for the sound of the machine, Ruoxi would only
Afraid of rushing forward, I put my ear on his chest.
A nurse came in to change the dressing, and saw Ruoxi standing nearby with a pale face. The nurse came over to comfort her, "Miss Ye, Mr. Mu is out of danger. You can rest assured."
Ruoxi glanced at her blankly, then turned to look at the patient. What occupied her entire field of vision was Mu Shiqin's pale face, sleeping with his eyes closed. She walked closer, stretched out her fingers, and gently touched
On the back of his hand.
As soon as he touched it, she shivered and retracted.
His fingers were so cold, as if they had no warmth, but also seemed to have warmth.
She seemed to be unable to tell the difference and stood beside the bed in a daze. No matter how the nurse tried to persuade her, she refused to leave. Until late at night, Chu Feiyang forcibly sent her back to the ward. Her tired body made her touch the bed.
She fell asleep, hazy, and dreamed again.
Awakening from her dream, Ruoxi went straight to Mu Shiqin's ward. When she found the ward empty, she began to panic and began to cry helplessly.
A voice successfully saved her, "He has been transferred to the general ward."
Ruoxi looked at Chu Feiyang and her tears slowly stopped.
"Ye Ruoxi, sometimes you are more cruel." After a while, Chu Feiyang said these words to her, then turned and left. Ruoxi followed him hurriedly, she wanted to confirm whether Mu Shiqin was still alive.
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Amidst the pungent smell of disinfectant, Ruoxi saw the sick Mu Shiqin. He finally no longer had many tubes on his body, but he still wore an oxygen mask.
Ruoxi stood at the door, suddenly afraid to go in.
Suddenly the man's fingers moved, he frowned and opened his eyes.
Her eyes are still ice blue, like the sea, as deep as the night!
"You finally woke up!" Chu Feiyang said this in a teasing tone, but there was still deep tiredness in his voice, as if his heart had been lifted in the air for a long time and finally fell down, but he could not bring it back.
The fatigue fades away.
Mu Shiqin only glanced at him, then turned to look at the person behind him. His blue eyes were as deep as the sea, he looked at Ruoxi, opened his mouth, wanted to speak, but found that his voice was a little hoarse, and said
It was so dry that I couldn't pronounce any syllables.
Ruoxi stood by the door, not daring to take a step.
Chu Feiyang glanced at Mu Shiqin with hatred, and walked out of the ward. He walked to Ruoxi's side, paused, and said in a deep voice, "Ye Ruoxi, if you still have kindness, don't just stand there
At this door. Put away your hatred until he recovers."
Ruoxi was stunned for a moment, then didn't say anything.
Chu Feiyang left the room, and the ward suddenly became eerily quiet.
Mu Shiqin kept looking at her without blinking, for fear that if he blinked, she would disappear before his eyes.
Under his gaze, Ruoxi finally walked in, but she was still far away from him.
Mu Shiqin reached out and took off the oxygen mask, his voice was low and hoarse, "Come here, you are so far away from me, it's hard for me to speak."