Sikong Lingge sat woodenly beside the bed, his whole head empty.
Shangguan Rui always accompanied her, holding Sikong Lingge's hand and giving her silent support.
The room was silent, and there was no sound.
"Xiaobai..." After a while, Sikong Lingge broke the silence, his voice hoarse, as if he had been tempered by fire.
"Jun has brought people there, Xiaobai will be fine." Shangguan Rui whispered.
Sikong Lingge nodded, with a wandering soul-like expression, "Fang Yiren..."
"With Renault and the others here, Fang Yiren will not be in trouble." Shangguan Rui promised.
"Li Ye... why... isn't there to be any help..." Sikong Ling was incoherent and had no idea what he was talking about. Her mind was hot and she was in a mess, and she said it directly.
"It's too late." Shangguan Rui only said three words and stopped talking.
He was afraid that he would speak too much, so Sikong listened to the song even more uncomfortable.
“…”
"If you feel uncomfortable, just cry." Shangguan Rui said softly and gently
After leaving Fang Yiren's ward, Sikong Lingge kept silent and was as bored as a puppet.
Shangguan Rui was worried that she would hurt her body by holding the pain in her heart.
Sikong Lingge slowly raised his eyes and looked at Shangguan Rui.
"If you cry, you won't feel so uncomfortable." Shangguan Rui said, stroking her snow-white cheeks.
As soon as the words fell, Sikong Lingge's eyes were blurred by the fog...