Mu Qiaozhi rested for more than a week. Because his wounds were small, he recovered relatively quickly. He would be able to leave after staying in the hospital for a few more days.
Su Qianqian sat in the wheelchair and looked at Mu Qiaozhi. This guy entered the hospital a day earlier than her, and his face was rosier than hers.
The man looked at her gently, with an infusion bottle still hanging in his hand, and his eyes were warm. He looked a bit like Professor Mu whom he had seen in the coffee shop before.
Su Qianqian didn't like Mu Qiaozhi, but after all, he was in the same ward as Yi Ningxiu, and he was Yi Ningxiu's brother. She also wanted to know why Yi Ningxiu was discharged from the hospital before his injuries healed.
"Miss Su." Mu Qiaozhi smiled, "You seem to have a question you want to ask me."
Su Qianqian's eyes flashed: "Why did he go out so early?"
"Miss Su is quite concerned about him," Mu Qiao said.
Su Qianqian glanced at him and asked a little strangely, "After all, we grew up together, shouldn't I care about him?"
Her eyes were very calm, and her dark eyes were clear and could see into her heart.
Mu Qiaozhi looked at her a few times and felt guilty.
He seemed to understand why Yi Ningxiu hated him.
Not only did he destroy his own love with his own hands, he also destroyed his brother's.
Su Qianqian's eyes were clean, and there was no trace of the love she once had for Yi Ningxiu.
The clouds and smoke of the past seemed to have completely disappeared in her eyes.
What was once unforgettable is now calm and gentle.
He didn't dare to look and rolled his eyes slightly, his mood suddenly becoming heavy.
He said: "Ning Xiu has gone home."
"go home?"
Su Qian frowned slightly.
He came in such a hurry, how could he leave without saying goodbye?
"Because a very important thing happened, and he wanted to confirm the truth about it." Mu Qiaozhi looked at Su Qianqian and smiled, "May I ask Miss Su, how much do you know about your life experience?
"
When Su Qianqian heard this, she just glanced at him lightly: "I don't care about this matter anymore."
You might have been curious once, but it doesn't matter now.
"Do you no longer care, or do you dare not understand?"
Su Qianqian looked at him, "I know as much as you do. I can only rely on guessing, but as I go further, I know that my guess is not wrong. But it is meaningless. Even then
So what if it’s the truth? It has nothing to do with me anymore.”
Maybe it would sound callous to say this, but what those people did to her was more callous than what she cared about.
No matter how soft your heart is, it will become indifferent under those things.
Mu Qiaozhi looked at her clean eyes and sighed inwardly, saying, "You are more open-minded than him."
Su Qianqian frowned: "He knows?"
"I told him," Mu Qiao said, "He has the right to know the truth."
Su Qianqian looked out the window, not knowing what she was thinking.
After a long while, she said: "Actually, I don't blame him anymore. He is an only son, and he always has more responsibilities than me."
It’s just that I don’t love him anymore.
No amount of deep love can withstand his squandering.
Sometimes I also dream about the past, when I loved someone so unreservedly and did my best for him. The person in the dream had very clear features and still had the coldness of his youth, which was beautiful and nostalgic.
It's just that they have grown up.
Childhood sweethearts, childhood sweethearts.
In the end, it cannot withstand the ruthlessness of time, things change and people change.