When he was almost on the road, Beiming Yechen's strength could no longer be sustained. He fell to the ground and never woke up.
Ji Anan squatted down and felt his breath, which was weak and slow.
With tears in her eyes, she took out her mobile phone from his pocket. Even though the screen was locked, she could still make emergency calls...
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In the evening, misty snowflakes began to fall outside the windowpane.
The warm light drives away the chill in the ward.
Beiming Yechen was lying on the bed, his eyelashes were dark, and his lips slowly regained their color.
The wound he was stabbed was not deep and not fatal. In addition, Ji Anan took good measures to stop the bleeding and made an emergency call. The treatment went smoothly, and he could recover with blood transfusion and training.
Ji Anan queued up in the hospital, registered, waited at the door of the operating room to suture his wounds...and then just stared at him in a daze while he was sleeping.
The world is very quiet, only the light snowflakes are spinning continuously.
Beiming Yechen closed his eyes and breathed very quietly.
He was wearing a wide striped hospital gown, and the mobile phone, wallet, watch, etc. he carried with him were all placed on a tray on the bedside table.
"Family members of bed No. 6, please go to the front desk to get medicine and sign for it."
The nurse knocked on the door as a reminder.
Ji Anan had no money to pay for medical expenses in advance, so he took the man's wallet.
The moment she left, the sickly boy on the bed opened his eyes, his dark glass-like eyes flashing with a strange luster.
There was a dull pulling pain from the sutured wound...
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Ji Anan opened her wallet and saw a photo of her and Beiming Yechen in the photo folder.
She doesn't know what she is happy about, is she smiling brightly?
Ji Anan's heart was touched, as if he no longer recognized the girl in the photo, and the tip of his nose was sour.
The young man standing behind her pressed her head with one hand, raised the corner of his mouth to one side, and looked at the bad sunshine.
Long time no see, Beiming Yechen.
Little country girl, do you also think having a crush is the stupidest thing in the world?
No, there is something more stupid in this world...it's called mutual crush.
When will you show me how stupid you are?
Ji Anan burst into tears. Was she the last one to know that he was secretly in love with her?
Since he likes and trusts her, why does he look like a stranger three years later?
There's no way he accidentally showed up to save her...had he been following her?
He even risked his life to save her, but he was unwilling to say a word to her.
Beiming Yechen, what happened in the past three years that made you change so much? How did grandpa's illness develop?
There were too many questions. She really wanted to know what happened to Beiming Manor after she left!
Ji Anan was worried, and when she paid for the medicine and returned to the ward...
The hospital bed is empty and the figure has disappeared!
Leo was lying in front of the window, his little index finger hooking the frost on the window, breathing heavily to draw Momo's smiling face...
All day long, he looked out the window like a puppy waiting for its owner to come home.
Suddenly, Xiao Baozi's eyes lit up and he saw a familiar figure getting out of the taxi that stopped in the apartment downstairs: "Su Momo!"
No response.
The little bun turned around, and the boss of Beiming was sitting on the sofa concentrating, with the data report information on his lap, and a touch of scarlet in front of his nose.
"Dad, you have a nosebleed again." Little Baozi took two wads of tissues, crawled over and stuffed them into his father's nostrils, "Momo is back!" "Dad, you have a nosebleed again." Little Baozi took two wads of tissue.
I crawled over with a bunch of tissues and stuffed them into my father's nostrils, "Momo is back!"