Lan Huanmeng cried and sobbed, but her voice was very low. She pulled the quilt closer, not wanting to let a trace of air in. She also didn't want others to know that she was crying.
Outside the door, he vaguely heard the sad sobs, but his heart tightened.
My feet unconsciously walked to the door and wanted to open it, but I still didn't have the courage.
It wasn't until Lan Huanmeng felt that she was in terrible pain and started crying loudly that Nangong Mingye burst into the door.
He immediately lifted her quilt, not daring to hurt her, and gently held her in his arms.
It was late at night and the lights were not turned on in the room, but Nangong Minye could clearly see her pale and tear-stained little face.
He quickly picked up the glass of water that was almost cold, then picked up the capsule and coaxed softly, "Baby, stop crying. I was wrong. Isn't it okay if I was wrong? Take the medicine first, okay?" Hearing her words
The sound made her cry harder, crying out all the grievances in her heart.
"No, go away, go away." Lan Huanmeng pushed Nangong Mingye away. She didn't want his hypocritical love, and in the end he didn't abandon her ruthlessly.
"Be good...take the medicine first." Nangong Mingye felt a strong sense of self-blame in his heart.
"Go away... I don't want to see you again." Lan Huanmeng shouted while crying. After saying that, she put the quilt back on her head.
For some reason, after saying this, Nangong Mingye said nothing again, and just stared at Lan Huanmeng, who was shivering in the quilt.
"I'm sorry, you should take the medicine first... Since you hate me so much, I will never appear in front of you again." Nangong Minye touched the quilt gently and said.
The sobbing gradually stopped. Lan Huanmeng was stunned for a few seconds, and her tears started to flow even more fiercely.
Sure enough, he just found an excuse to escape from her... He said he would leave because she hated him. He was a liar, a big liar.
Lan Huanmeng gradually felt her eyes go dark and her vision blurred...
"What's wrong with him?" Nangong Minye wrinkled his forehead, and his palms were sweating for her.
"She is fine now. She ate too much ice cream and was blown by too much wind in the past few days. This fainting may have been caused by some kind of stimulation that caused the patient's mental disorder to cause fainting." The doctor was very serious.
He looked at Nangong Mingye calmly, as if telling him that everything was his fault. [You are too worried]
"It's best to give the patient the best condition these days, not to let her suffer any more stimulation, and to eat something light to ensure a better recovery of the gastrointestinal tract." After saying this, the doctor left, leaving only
Nangong Mingye frowned.
Is it because of him that she is mentally stimulated? Did he harm her?