She originally thought that the two were husband and wife, but Mu Qiaozhi's behavior made her confused.
If a husband comes to visit his mentally ill wife every day, he must be very deeply in love with her. Then why would he look at her from afar and not get close to her?
Judging from his appearance, it's not that he doesn't want to go, but that he doesn't dare to go...
Various suspicions flashed through her heart. The little nurse took a few more glances at Mu Qiaozhi's profile. It turns out that there can be such a big change when a person is smiling or not...
Even his temperament has become very cold.
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Mu Qiaozhi stood there for a while. He had very good eyesight. He could clearly see the subtle expressions on Doreen's face from a distance of a hundred meters.
Every frown and every smile she made affected his mood.
But he didn't dare to approach.
At this point, he is no longer qualified to see her.
He didn't know if it was right or wrong to bring Doreen here. Will Doreen be okay? He didn't know.
If she had recovered, even watching her from afar, he wouldn't have a chance...
Mu Qiaozhi's vision blurred, and he took a deep breath. Not far away, Doreen stood up from under the tree, looking around blankly, and suddenly her eyes were fixed in his direction. At that moment, Mu Qiaozhi stood up from under the tree.
I felt my heartbeat had stopped.
She... saw him.
Their eyes met, Mu Qiaozhi's heart beat violently, but Doreen staggered towards him.
The hospital gown she was wearing was very loose. She was barefoot, her white bare feet stepping on the green grass. Her long golden hair was spread over her shoulders, shining brighter than the sun.
She is really beautiful.
More beautiful than any woman he had ever seen.
Doreen and Lance have the same angelic face. Although their looks are not similar, their stunning look is the same.
Doreen staggered over, wearing loose clothes, exposing her delicate collarbone and a small part of her shoulders.
Through the transparent glass window, Doreen stood in front of Mu Qiaozhi.
Her big, bright blue eyes were slightly raised, looking at Mu Qiaozhi with confusion and curiosity.
The moment he was enveloped in her gaze, Mu Qiaozhi's fingers couldn't help but tremble. He pinched his fingers at a loss, not knowing what to do.
The sun was shining brightly outside, but it was cool and cold inside the hospital - like two worlds for him and her.
No matter what, they can't be integrated together.
They were only separated by a layer of glass windows, but they seemed to be two worlds apart. He and she could never cross over.
Mu Qiao's eyes fell on her face, her slender golden eyelashes, delicate nose, red moist lips, and then her loose collar. She wanted to... really...
Hug her once.
I'm sorting out her clothes.
I want to hear her calling his name with a smile, want to take a bite of the breakfast she made for him, and even want to see her pretend to be gentle, look at him with innocent eyes, and call him...
They used to have such a close relationship...
Mu Qiaozhi's vision was blurred.
What separates them is more than just a glass door, it is clearly the distance between life and death.
The Doreen who made him breakfast was already dead.
And that Mu Qiao...
Where in this world is there a person like Mu Qiaozhi?
Doreen raised her eyes and looked at the man standing in the room.