"Okay! Okay!" Aunt Lan came out of the room in surprise when she heard this.
Dr. Lane was stunned for a moment, but didn't say anything else. He neatly packed up the medicine box and left quickly.
Mingyue closed her eyes again and leaned on the head of the bed weakly. She felt as if her heart was stuffed with something, so boring that she couldn't figure it out.
At night, a cool night breeze blew in the garden
Mingyue rested for a while and slowly walked downstairs. When she saw that she was about to go out, Aunt Lan who was cleaning came over.
"Miss, where are you going so late? You need to rest for a while before your body recovers."
"I can't sleep and go for a walk"
Mingyue responded lightly, walked out and sat on the steps at the door.
The heat of the day has receded, the night air is cold and refreshing, and some of the flowerbeds in the garden have fallen.
Haven’t had time to replant the flowers of my heart
The bright moon looked at the withered flowers, its little face that had regained its color slightly felt infinitely lonely.
She stood up and walked over to pick one, looking at the withered petals on it. Did she, like them, lose her vitality and live just to pass the last time?
Recalling that cruel handsome face, Ming Yue felt an indescribable pain in her heart again.
Did he treat her like a flower planted here? Trample on her arbitrarily and then discard her?
Is that so?
Why on earth was it that since he was unwilling to give her even the slightest bit of tenderness, why was he unwilling to let her go and let her fend for herself?
The cold wind blew silently, and the figure standing in front of the flower bed looked even thinner.
When everyone in the villa was about to rest, Ye Hen didn't come back either.
Mingyue felt that the cold wind was blowing all over her body. She couldn't help shivering before she slowly walked back to the villa.
At night, Mingyue developed a high fever, and her whole body was as hot as fire.
She kept tossing in her sleep all night, and it wasn't until Aunt Lan saw that she hadn't gotten up in the morning that she walked into the room to check.
At this time, Ye Hen was on the plane flying to the headquarters abroad.
When Dr. Laing arrived, Mingyue had only vague consciousness.
It wasn't until the cold liquid flowed down the needle into her body for a while that she began to think clearly.
It took two full days before I could sit up from the bed
"Miss, have some porridge"
On the third night, Mingyue sat in the room in a daze, forgetting about dinner time
Aunt Lan carefully served it and placed it on the table in the bedroom.
"Well, I understand, thank you Aunt Lan"
Mingyue responded lightly, her pure face as calm as water
She stood up and walked to the table, picked up the bowl and drank sip after sip.
Like an obedient and quiet child, but there seems to be something missing in the bright and clear eyes, as beautiful as a porcelain doll but with an emptiness
Putting down the empty bowl, he turned around and walked to the floor-to-ceiling window. He sat down with his legs bent and felt the comfortable soft touch of the soft carpet under his feet.
The translucent gauze curtain flutters gently in the wind, caressing the delicate and silent cheeks, as if silently comforting the figure sitting on the carpet, with the pain hidden in his eyes.
Mingyue opened her big clear eyes and looked straight outside.
The withered flowers in the flowerbed have been pulled out by gardeners and replanted with new varieties
Young flower seedlings are growing vividly under the sunlight
Under the confident care of the gardener, there will be enough water to drink and sufficient sunlight every day