After staring at the phone for a few seconds, Jiang Weiwei picked it up, swiped the screen to the call page, and pressed the "1" at the beginning of all the phone numbers with some eagerness.
Then, her movements stopped, and her long, white hands froze there.
Who does she want to call? Who can she call?
She has no family, no friends, Ancheng? No more, in front of him, she is nothing...
I called you just to report the progress of the mission.
Apart from this, they had nothing to say.
"Ah."
Putting the phone aside, Jiang Weiwei raised his hand and touched the gauze on his head, laughing to himself.
It turned out that after surviving the catastrophe, she could not find anyone she could call.
In the past, she had narrowed her world to the point where she could only see Anjo.
So now she is experiencing the consequences.
The sunlight slowly entered the ward from the window and flowed gently across the bed, brightening the color of the quilt and brightening her beautiful face, making it look even paler.
Jiang Weiyi sat back on the hospital bed and stared blankly at the window. The roses there were blooming particularly brightly, and the sky outside the window was very blue, so blue.
For a moment of trance, the phone screen went dark and locked.
Jiang Wei was helpless. She also wanted to see what was in Xiang Yutian's phone and see if there was evidence of his crime.
It's a pity that she is not an expert at unlocking.
"boom."
Half an hour after the meeting, the ward door was pushed open, and a tall figure walked in with a trolley in his hand. The faint aroma of porridge spread in the ward.
Jiang Weiwei heard the sound and looked into Xiang Yutian's deep gaze.
He is very tall, and the image of him pushing the trolley with his back slightly bent looks a bit weird.
"Why aren't you playing with your phone?" Xiang Yutian looked at the phone she had thrown aside.
"It's locked. I don't know the power-on password."
"0424, April 24th is the day we met. Have you even forgotten this?" Xiang Yutian looked into her dull eyes and reminded her with a magnetic voice.
That was the most important day of his life.
The night before, his family was wiped out. When he met her, the sky lit up...
"Yeah?"
Jiang Weiwei's reaction was indifferent and he reached out and touched the gauze on his head.
The ghost remembers the day when they met, she doesn't even remember how she met him.
Seeing her being so cold, Xiang Yutian looked a little hesitant. He pushed the dining cart to her bedside and stared straight at her, not missing every detail of her expression.
But no matter how she observed it, she had no interest in their encounter.
Jiang Weiyi met his eyes, and the next second, her attention was attracted by the porridge on the dining car.
"Eat porridge."
Xiang Yutian sat down beside her bed and picked up a delicate porridge bowl in one hand.
The heat of the porridge was rising, lingering between the two of them, and the mist blurred the evil ink-colored ring on his index finger...
Xiang Yutian picked up the spoon, scooped out a spoonful of the extremely cooked porridge, put it to his lips, blew on it and brought it to her mouth, "Open your mouth."
"..."
Jiang Weiwei stared at his movements in confusion, feeling a little flattered.
The person who even asked someone else to wear her shoes actually fed her porridge.
The last time he fed her porridge, she was tied to the bed and ravaged by him within a few mouthfuls... Thinking of this, Jiang Weiwei shrank in resistance.
"Miaomiao, eat porridge." Xiang Yutian's voice was very low, but it was full of strength.
No matter what, let’s fill our stomachs and survive first.