The worry on Jinbao's green face seemed to exceed that of everyone else
"Ha..." I gasped weakly, my limp legs staggered a few times, and I fell into Hitomi Kaaba's arms.
"Qing!" Everyone looked at me in surprise
"Haru, don't come out, you are still very weak," Hitomi Kaaba said and sent me back to the ward.
"It doesn't matter to me, Yan Yeyi, how is he?" I broke away from Hitomi Goyu's hold, leaned against the wall weakly, and looked expectantly at the red operating light.
"Ye has been resuscitating for four hours. He has a moderate concussion and a lot of blood loss." Hitomi Kaaba helped me sit down on a stool and let me lean on his shoulder.
Hitomi Kaaba's words were like a big hammer, giving me a hammer on the head.
"Yan Yeyi!" I could only murmur that name stupidly, and my tears were like a dam with no embankment, staining my whole face.
"Snapped--"
A vicious slap seemed to have poured all the strength into it, hitting me hard on the face and knocking me off the stool directly to the ground.
"Bertha!" Sainke sternly dragged Yin Bertha and stopped her next kick.
"Qing, wake up!"
I lay stubbornly on the cold tiles, not wanting everyone to see my angry eyes. I was afraid that I would do something more extreme to Yin Beisha.
Pushing Hitomi Kaaba's hand away, I stood up with difficulty, turned my back to everyone, walked out of everyone's sight with heavy steps, and disappeared at the other end of the corridor.
Besides Yan Yeyi, I have another person to care about
Pushing open the heavy door, the late autumn night breeze was cool and a bit cold.
The sky full of neon lights embellishes this gorgeous city, and the black night sky floats with sadness that no one can see.
On the top floor of the hospital, a lonely young man was wearing a thin white hospital gown. He was curled up on the edge of the railing, his hands like the wings of an angel, gently holding his calf, and the silver hair was shining with purple light.
He quietly looked at the gorgeous city high in the sky, as if looking for his own harbor.
Darius was like an angel with broken wings, sitting helplessly on an unprotected high platform fence, as if the danger had nothing to do with him.
"Daris!" I called his name softly, and slowly walked towards him as if I was afraid of scaring him.