Ming still wanted to make a noise to express his anger, but Luo Xichen pointed to Su Wanqing, who was still sleeping on the bed, and made a silent gesture.
Ming calmed down obediently, but pouted in dissatisfaction, blinked his ice-blue eyes aggrievedly, walked up to Mommy's side, and held her hand.
Luo Xichen sat by the bed, staring at her sleeping face for a moment, her ice-blue eyes filled with all kinds of complicated emotions. Excitement, attachment, guilt, love...
She lives with Tuo, which means that it was Tuo who stole her when she was dying!
He really underestimated that unruly child with dark red eyes.
Luo Xichen had all kinds of questions in her heart, how did Wan Qing survive? Has the poison of eternal life been cured? Why doesn't she remember herself? Why did her eyes change to the same color as Tuo?
Now he has no way to verify these questions with her who is sleeping. The only way to solve these questions is to break through from Tuo.
Taking a deep breath, Luo Xichen calmed down his messy thoughts. He stared at her quietly, as if it had been a century, without moving away for a moment.
As time passed by, I thought of every bit of their time together and the painful days of walking like zombies in the past eight years, and I felt sad.
His world was like a mountain, which once collapsed because of her death, but now, because of her return, it stood tall again.
When Luo Xichen came back to his senses, he turned his eyes to the window. It was already late at night. He was lying beside the hospital bed obediently guarding Wan Qing's inscription, and he had fallen asleep unknowingly.
A gentle smile appeared on the corner of his lips involuntarily. Has the family of three that he has longed for countless times in his dreams really come true?
It's like a lifetime ago.
Luo Xichen carefully picked up Ming, placed him on the other bed beside him, pulled the quilt over him, and then went out quietly.
As soon as he stepped out of the door, the tenderness on Luo Xichen's face faded instantly. Over the years, he had long forgotten how to smile at people other than Wan Qing.
Walking into the hospital director's office, Luo Xichen knew that the man was waiting for his order.
"Tell me more about Wan Qing's condition."
The dean is an Italian, and his attitude towards Luo Xichen is extremely respectful: "Alliance leader, Miss Su's physical condition is not optimistic. There is still a small amount of residual poison in her body, and some of her brain neurons are suppressed.
"
"How can we cleanse the poison from her body and restore her memory?"
"My suggestion is to send him back to Andrew's medical headquarters. The equipment and drugs there are more than one level more advanced than here. He can recuperate for half a year and he will be able to fully recover without any accidents."
"good."
Luo Xichen stood up, walked out of the dean's office, lit a cigarette by the silent corridor window, and thought quietly.
After smoking a cigarette, he called the headquarters in Rome. After giving a few instructions in Italian, he returned to Su Wanqing's ward.
The next day, when Su Wanqing woke up, it was already close to noon.
She had that dream again that had troubled her for a long time. In the dream, there was a pink ring and a man's desolate back. Just the back made her feel so sad...
When she woke up, she saw a mottled and terrifying face, and a pair of gentle ice-blue eyes with bloodshot eyes.