240 Do You Want Freedom Even When Your Life Cannot Be Guaranteed?
On the top floor of a top international skin repair center in Switzerland, a helicopter was roaring and hovering in the sky. After finding its landing position, the helicopter slowly docked in the back garden of the skin repair center.
A man in a camel coat hurriedly got off the helicopter with a woman wearing a mask in his arms. The man's eyes were stern, and his face with oriental characteristics was as if God's ax had chiseled it. It was so profound that it was almost unforgettable.
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Behind him were two bodyguards, and the group hurriedly walked into the hospital.
Soon a middle-aged male doctor with blond hair, blue eyes and a slightly plump figure came out.
After the man communicated with him in fluent English, he had the woman in his arms put on the stretcher in the operating room.
Watching the woman being slowly pushed into the operating room, the man stood outside the operating room, staring coldly at the door of the operating room. His stern expression was so complex that it was almost impossible to guess what she was thinking.
After three hours, the lights in the operating room were turned off, the door opened, and the foreign doctor came out and nodded slightly to the man.
Half a month later, the morning light slowly shone on the white carpet, and some plain and cold rooms were also smudged with a touch of warmth by the golden sunlight outside.
The servant in the room came in and disturbed the woman resting on the bed!
"Miss, you're awake!"
"Um……"
Luo Yan slowly sat up from the bed, her own shadow slowly reflected on the smooth glass.
At this time, her entire face was wrapped in white gauze, with only a pair of big black and white eyes, her nose, and mouth exposed.
Because she had just undergone surgery, she could only eat liquid food. Her face was severely injured and the doctor said she couldn't chew it.
She knew that her face had been ruined.
For a moment, she seemed to vaguely remember that she was in the dark. She remembered a ferocious face and a sharp knife. However, when she thought of this, her body would tremble uncontrollably.
Sitting on the bed, the servant had placed the food in front of her, but Luo Yan still slowly closed her eyes and her body was trembling slightly, until a pair of warm hands slowly pressed on her shoulders.
His hands are big, warm, and always have a soothing power.
Luo Yan felt it. After taking a slight breath, she opened her eyes again and saw a stern and unsmiling face.
"Are you feeling better?" Leng Yuntian leaned over, his eyes falling on her face.
Luo Yan looked at him and looked away helplessly. Leng Yuntian glanced at the soup in the white porcelain bowl next to him and couldn't help but frown.
"Still haven't eaten anything?" He moved his slightly reproachful words to the servant standing next to him. The servant lowered his head and did not dare to express his anger.
In fact, it has nothing to do with the servant. She did what she should do, but Luo Yan just refused to eat it!
Everyone knew that, but Leng Yuntian had no intention of blaming Luo Yan. Instead, he picked up the slightly cold bowl. Feeling that it was cold, he immediately ordered in a low voice with dissatisfaction, "Go and get Miss a hot bowl."
Come!"
"Yes, sir!" The servant quickly retreated.
Luo Yan watched the servant go out and asked in a cold tone, "Where is this place? How long are you going to trap me here?"
It's not like she doesn't have a home, she doesn't even know where she is here, and she doesn't want to stay here at all.
Leng Yuntian sat by the bed and asked in a calm tone, "Is this how you treat your benefactor?"
"Benefactor? You are a murderer. You killed An Yue and my sister is now missing. Do you think you are still a good person?"
Luo Yan yelled at her in a very aggressive tone. When Leng Yuntian heard her accusation, his expression suddenly turned cold, and the faint warmth that finally appeared at the corner of his mouth no longer existed.
"If I hadn't saved you, you would have been blown to pieces a long time ago. What right does a person who can't even protect his own life have to think about pursuing freedom?"
"Reflect on it carefully here!"
Leng Yuntian stood up with a terrifyingly gloomy expression. When he turned to go out, he happened to bump into the servant who came in with hot soup.
"Sir...this..."
The servant looked at the two people arguing awkwardly, not knowing what to say.
Leng Yuntian turned around and glanced at her coldly, and ordered in a cold and arrogant tone, "Since she doesn't want to eat, let her be hungry until she is willing to eat!"
"Leng Yuntian, you bastard!"
"Miss, you'd better eat some!"
The servant walked to the bed and tried to comfort her kindly, but Luo Yan still sat on the bed and resisted.
For three days in a row, she didn't eat anything. She was getting thinner and thinner while lying on the bed. Looking at the servant, she began to feel sorry for her.
For Luo Yan, only in the quiet night of the night could she allow her heart to become less tense, and only then could she allow herself to think about the man far away in the horizon.
"Jun Lie..." She thought about him so much!
That day was the first time she woke up. What she saw was an empty white space. She thought she was dead, but her life was saved by the man she hated.
"Where am I?" She opened her mouth and asked blankly, as if she didn't recognize the man in front of her.
She thought that when she died, the bad guy died too, so they could meet in another world.
But the bad guy really said, "You are dead and no longer exist in this world. If you can come back to life now, your life is my gift!"
What did you say? What about life and death? Her head hurt and she didn't think so much!
Later, she gradually learned that her face was ruined and it was he who took her for facial repair surgery.
And he also gave her the newspaper from that time. The overwhelming news was that the young lady of the Rong family was buried in a sea of fire!
She looked at the newspaper, and her tears rolled down like broken pearls, and they could not stop flowing.
Where did she die when she is obviously still alive?
Does Jun Lie also think that he is dead? Where is he now? What is he doing?
"Jun Lie..." She cried in her dream, whispering the name of the man she loved most in pain. If he thought she was really dead, would he forget her?
She had never dared to think about this idea because she was too scared and terrible. As soon as she thought about it, her heart began to hurt without warning.
The doctor told her not to shed tears while the wound was being repaired, because the tears would wet the wound and affect the repair of the face, but she couldn't control that much anymore.
She had endured it for many days, it was so hard, she wanted to vent, she wanted to vent completely.
Why is fate so unfair to her? What did she do wrong? What did she do wrong!
She just wants to love someone well, and be together for the rest of her life. Isn't that what everyone looks forward to?
Why did he have to go through so many twists and turns when he got to her?
She was crying and couldn't stop her tears.
I don't know when a tall black figure appeared outside the door. The nurse sleeping outside the room saw the man's appearance and stood up quickly, "Mr. Leng..."
Leng Yuntian pursed his thin lips and raised his wrist, interrupting the nurse's words. He then opened the door and walked in gently.
The little woman on the bed was curled up, and her body wrapped under the sheets couldn't help but tremble.
Her gentle sobs seemed to be lingering in his ears. Leng Yuntian frowned deeply. After scolding her during the day, she actually hid here and cried?
Didn't she hear what the doctor told her? She couldn't cry!
Damn it, she is so disobedient!
The corners of Leng Yuntian's mouth twitched, but seeing her suppressing her sadness, her little hands tightly grabbed the corner of the sheet, and her white teeth bit her lower lip reluctantly, fearing that she would bite her lip.
She let out a heavy sob, but she didn't let herself make a sound at all.
Looking at her like this, Leng Yuntian's original angry mood gradually dissipated. He slowly sat on the edge of the bed and looked at her quietly.
He didn't know why, but seeing hot tears constantly leaking from the corners of her eyes, his invulnerable heart actually felt a little sad.
The sinister gaze gradually became softer. He suddenly stretched out his hand and gently caressed her cheek, which was still wrapped with gauze. Feeling the moist warmth of the gauze, Leng Yuntian frowned slightly.
Luo Yan was falling into a painful emotion that she couldn't extricate herself from. She missed Jun Lie, her children, and returned to her familiar home. Everything unknown here made her feel full of insecurity.
However, the sudden warm feeling on her cheek made her anxious and painful heart suddenly calm down.
Did Jun Lie hear it? He must have heard it, otherwise why would he be by his side!
She let go of her little hand holding the sheet, and her cold little hand pressed against the big hand on her face.
Leng Yuntian frowned, and before he had time to withdraw his big hand, she held it down hard.
Just let the warmth of this palm stay for a little longer! Luo Yan tried hard to open her eyes that were wet with tears, and wanted to open her eyes to see the face of the person she missed, but her eyes hurt so much.
That's why she cries a lot.
Finally, when she struggled to open her blurry eyes, her beautiful eyelashes were trembling. In the blur, she seemed to see a familiar face, which was so profound and unforgettable!
She opened her dry lips, looked at him, and murmured in a rough voice, "Jun Lie... is that you?"
When Leng Yuntian heard this, his brows furrowed deeply, and a touch of displeasure was written directly on his face.
Is this woman out of her mind? She actually thinks he is that useless man?
Leng Yuntian pursed his lips and wanted to withdraw his hand, but unexpectedly, Luo Yan became anxious and pressed his hand harder.