Ruoyi stood up and didn't want to watch anymore. She didn't know how things could develop like this. Everything seemed like a dream.
She had just lost a child, and Fu Xichen was lying in the hospital.
Are things in this world so unpredictable?
If Fu Xichen could let go of his obsession early, everything from now on would never happen.
But who can blame this?
Ruoyi pursed her lips and her face became paler.
At this time, the door to the ward was pushed open, and Fu Xiyu walked in gently, his face even more ugly.
He stepped forward, put the equally pale Roy into his arms, sat on the sofa in the ward, and whispered: "You are still weak, otherwise I will ask Uncle Quan to send you back first? Okay?"
Ruoyi rested her head on Fu Xiyu's chest and shook her head gently.
Fu Xiyu no longer insisted, and sat in the room with Ruoyi around him, looking at Fu Xichen. No one in the room spoke anymore, feeling extremely depressed.
Quietly waiting for Fu Xichen to wake up.
Ye Xiaoran closed her eyes and put Fu Xichen's cold hands on her eyes.
Her beautiful face was still expressionless, and the only sound that could be heard in the room was the sound of the ventilator.
Ruoyi was still not in good health. She leaned in Fu Xiyu's arms, her eyes moved away from Fu Xichen's paper-pale face, and landed on the intravenous needle beside the bed, praying constantly in her heart.
She had always strongly hoped that Fu Xichen could wake up and look at herself and everyone else.
Such a prayer, such a strong desire, has nothing to do with love.
Now, all we can do is wait, waiting for Fu Xichen on the bed to be safe and sound...
————————————————————————**** Half a year later **** [The above part about Fu Xiyu and Chen Ruoyi~ That’s it~
】It is autumn in Binhai City. The sky is blue and the air is clear. In the garden of a seaside villa, the sunshine is warm and non-glaring.
There are white tables and chairs on the grass in the center of the garden, and sun umbrellas are held up high, blocking the warm sunshine.
On the white chair, a slender man sat quietly, wearing beige casual clothes, with his legs crossed, holding a white coffee cup in his hand, and sitting there with his eyes slightly closed.
Occasionally, the wind blew by, blowing the broken hair on his forehead, swaying slightly, and he had an unparalleled handsome face, with the corners of his lips slightly raised, which reversed the glory.
There is a faint smell of green grass in the air, which warms people's hearts in the sunshine.
He just sat there quietly with his eyes closed, like an angel lost in the world.
"Xichen...what are you doing?" At this time, a gentle female voice full of smiles sounded from the other end of the garden. A woman dressed in home clothes, with her hair pulled up loosely, walked over with a smile like a flower.
The handsome man who was sitting on the chair with his eyes slightly squinted heard the woman's voice and suddenly straightened up and opened his eyes.
The opened eyes glowed with a faint blue light, instantly bright, and flashed through a faint smile, shining brightly.
He looked at the woman who was walking over in home clothes. The corners of her lips were slightly raised in an elegant arc, and the tenderness between her eyebrows could not be concealed.
The woman approached with a smile on her face. Fu Xichen, who was sitting on the chair, reached out and pulled her into his arms. He gently put his head on the woman's neck, took a deep breath, and lowered his head.
He smiled lowly and said, "Where were you just now?"
The woman put her soft arms around Fu Xichen's, with smiling eyes and a happy smile on her face, and whispered: "Brother and Roy are here, they are in the living room, shall we go there? You
Haven’t you always said that you miss them very much?”
The woman's face was filled with a gentle smile. She gently hugged Fu Xichen's neck and looked at the grass in the distance. She suddenly felt that such happiness was so illusory, like a dream, completely like...
a dream...
Just three months after the car accident, Fu Xichen was still comatose in the hospital bed. Fu Xiyu and Ruoyi, Ye Xiaoran stayed with him for three days and three nights.
Finally, on the morning of the third day, Fu Xichen opened his eyes. Although the light blue eyes were dim, they still did not lose their brilliance.
After waking up, he looked around and looked at Ruoyi and Ye Xiaoran who were crying. Finally, his eyes fell on Fu Xiyu and only said one sentence: "Brother, why am I here? Who are they?"
When Fu Xichen woke up from the car accident, he lost part of his memory. He could only remember sporadic fragments from a few years ago. He didn't remember Ruoyi, he didn't remember Ye Xiaoran, and he didn't remember anything about his return to China.
The entangled memories for such a long time disappeared with Fu Xichen's amnesia.
Fu Xichen didn't remember Ye Xiaoran at all, but Ye Xiaoran never left him, taking care of him and showing him all his love.
Fu Xiyu told Fu Xichen that Ye Xiaoran is your wife.
Although he did not remember it, Ye Xiaoran's care, love, and protection day and night made Fu Xichen gradually develop a dependence and love for Ye Xiaoran.
This is probably the best gift God has given them after this car accident.
Ye Xiaoran didn't know if Fu Xichen still remembered Ruoyi, but when Fu Xichen's eyes fell on Ruoyi, there was no trace of confusion.
She finally cried happily and felt relieved.
She didn't know that the happiness she had been waiting for for a long time would come suddenly like this.
God had mercy on her after all. She liked Fu Xichen so much, and in the end, she got Fu Xichen.
The breeze blew by, gently blowing Fu Xichen's broken hair. Ye Xiaoran curled her lips slightly, smelling the faint smell of sunshine on Fu Xichen's body, and looked at Fu Xichen who had his head buried in his neck.
Smiling softly: "What's wrong with you?"
Fu Xichen didn't look up, and a deep smile came: "Let me hold you for a while, okay?"
Hearing his words, Ye Xiaoran frowned and whispered: "Xichen... um!!"
All this passed quickly... half a year passed in an instant...
At this time, Fu Xiyu and Ruoyi, who were waiting impatiently in the living room, walked out and immediately saw the two people sitting on the garden chairs hugging each other.
Fu Xiyu dug into his trouser pocket with one hand and wrapped his arm around Ruoyi's slender waist. A slight smile appeared on his handsome and cold face, and he whispered to Ruoyi next to him: "Otherwise, let's wait for a while?"
Fu Xiyu's voice was filled with joking.
Ruoyi pursed her lips slightly, with a smile on her lips, and replied: "I think it will take a while?"
Ruoyi's eyes fell gently on Fu Xichen's body, her eyes full of relief.