Chang Che nodded, and his heart clenched tightly when he saw Qiong Ying crying.
It seems... I am getting a stronger premonition.
What did I do wrong?
Qiongying's genuine concern for Yaya was definitely not an illusion... This deep friendship was like a sharp knife, piercing his heart.
His hands were trembling slightly, and his breath was suffocated. He hugged Qiongying from behind and said, "Qiongying, I will take you to rest first. Yaya's current situation is unstable, so you can't get too excited."
Qiong Ying nodded with tears in her eyes, turned around and buried herself in Chang Che's arms. She was taken out of the room by him, closed the door, and whispered with choked sobs:
"I didn't know she was so ill. If I had known, I would have come to see her earlier. Why didn't you tell me that she was so ill? Che, I'm so sad, so sad..."
"You should have told me earlier and asked me to come see her earlier. How could you bring me here until now, when she is terminally ill?" She raised her fists excitedly and punched Chang Che's body one after another.
smash.
"You are a bad man. You can't do anything. You didn't let me see her until now. You let me see her in such a sick state. I feel really uncomfortable. She is so kind and beautiful. Why does God have to do this?"
Treat her? Why?"
"Let's leave first." Chang Che frowned.
Qiongying pushed him away and pushed her away fiercely: "Are you still convinced in your heart that it's me?"
"You idiot, bastard, damn it!"
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Back in the living room, Qiong Ying's mood couldn't calm down for a long time.
Chang Che poured her a glass of warm water.
Qiongying's expression was extremely bad. She stood alone in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, covering her mouth with one hand and pressing the other against the glass. She still had the deep and affectionate sisterhood between herself and Yaya in her mind.
Chang Che hugged her gently from behind and pressed against her ears and temples.
"Don't be sad, her illness is congenital, even if..." He paused for a moment, but Qiongying seemed to be able to guess what he was drowning in his mouth, and no longer felt that it was important to be angry: "It's not me, really
It's not me, I didn't hurt her, Che, it's not me."
She hinted it many times, but never denied it so firmly.
Even two years ago, when there was a huge quarrel and the war was raging, she had always maintained a arrogant attitude, bearing his misunderstanding coldly and refusing to defend herself.
Chang Che's heart sank again, and the big stone pressed down with a thud.
Then there is the endless swing from side to side.
"How could I hurt Yaya? Our relationship is so good, we have never even had a quarrel, why should I hurt her?"
Qiong Ying let go of his arms around her, turned around, raised her chin, and looked into his dark eyes; "Chang Che, I didn't do that thing two years ago. I told you clearly.
you."
"It's just that I hate you and your distrust."
"I hate that you don't want to believe me even if you believe a servant. You actually believe a servant but don't believe me, my childhood sweetheart. Our eighteen-year relationship is worthless in your eyes?"
Qiongying's eyes were filled with tears.
At this moment, my heart felt like it was being stabbed by a sharp blade.