Qin Xiaoman almost stumbled off the plane. When he arrived at Yihe Hospital, the clock on the wall had already read half past eleven at night.
The corridor on the fourth floor was eerily quiet, with only two young nurses on duty talking quietly at the nurse's station.
"Excuse me, where is room 426?"
Qin Xiaoman asked anxiously with a pale face. His voice was slightly high, which sounded particularly loud in this silent night.
"Hello! The last room over there."
The older nurse pointed politely and watched the slender figure run away quickly.
He turned back and curled his lips at the younger nurse beside him, "That's the fifth one! That one was admitted to the hospital just this afternoon, and already five girls came to see him, each one more beautiful than the last!"
The round-faced little nurse stared at him for a long time and said slowly, "But I think this is the only one who is compatible with him..."
The ward was quiet, Yan Zisong was lying on the bed, sleeping soundly.
His long eyelashes covered his eyes, hiding his usual vigor and unruliness, and his whole face was as affectionate as a child's.
Qin Xiaoman, who had long been accustomed to looking up to him and letting him arrange everything, only then realized that this strong and persistent person could be so fragile. Looking at his face, she couldn't help but feel...
of soreness.
This man, a month ago, was carrying her up the steps on the west mountain of the school and talking to her tenderly under the peach tree; but now, the peach blossoms have bloomed so brilliantly and prosperously, and he is lying here.
Qin Xiaoman never imagined that the first meeting after more than a month of separation would be in such a situation. The moment she opened the door, her eyes became wet.
She sat lightly on the edge of the bed, stroking his hand on her side, her tears falling heavily on the sheets, and in the silent ward only a series of soft "tap-tat" sounds could be heard.
Suddenly, the big hand that was originally held turned over and wrapped around hers, "Why are you here?"
Qin Xiaoman raised his head in shock, wiped his eyes quickly, and looked over with hazy eyes, "Are you awake? Let me see where you are injured?"
"It's nothing serious, just a little scratch," Yan Zisong stretched out his hand and gently wiped the wetness on her face, "Why are you crying? I asked them not to tell you."
"Does it still hurt?"
Suppressing the sadness in your heart, okay, Qin Xiaoman, although you don't want to admit it, you are really distressed this time.