"I'm really fine, don't look like you're mourning for me!" Leng Haoxuan was half-lying on the hospital bed with a pale face, stroking Xia Zhenai's hand and comforting her half-jokingly.
She knew that he was deliberately trying to liven up the atmosphere.
"You still dare to talk nonsense!" Xia Zhenai's eyes turned red and she roared in a low voice: "You didn't even tell me about the onset of your illness. What would I do if something happened to you?"
Leng Haoxuan pursed her purple lips and rubbed her palms with her fingertips: "I said, I won't give up easily for you, so don't worry anymore, eh?"
Xia Zhenai's mood was complicated, and the worry in her eyes was obvious: "I know...I know..."
"Don't be unhappy..." Leng Haoxuan stroked her cheek with his slender fingertips: "I don't like to see you like this."
Xia Zhenai took a deep breath, calmed down her emotions, and tried her best to smile: "As long as you are fine, I will be very happy..."
She secretly promised that she must find that Leng Yan as soon as possible.
Don't let anything happen to Haoxuan.
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While Leng Haoxuan was taking a lunch break, Xia Zhenai came to the door of Andy's ward with an incubator. When she was hesitating, the door of the ward was suddenly opened.
Xia Zhenai was startled for a moment, then she saw Andy's figure appearing in front of her.
"Why don't you come in?" Andy stared at her with the same gentle eyes as always, and glanced at the thermos box in her hand: "Is it for me?"
Xia Zhenai suddenly understood and did not speak, but nodded lightly.
Andy automatically took the incubator and naturally took Xia Zhenai's hand and walked into the ward. Xia Zhenai stiffened and wanted to shrink her hand.
But in the end he still endured it.
Andy let her sit on the sofa and opened the thermos box. A light fragrance came to his nose, like a warmth flowing through his heart, which made him curl his lips involuntarily: "You cooked it yourself?"
Xia Zhenai was full of worries. After hearing his words, she suddenly came back to her senses and muttered: "Well..."
Andy saw her strangeness, and his originally bright eyes suddenly dimmed: "You won't just bring me soup today?!"
Xia Zhenai was stunned, bit her lip, and asked directly: "Andy, do you know Leng Yan?"
Andy's eyes flickered: "I don't know."
"..."
"Why, you can't even find Leng Haoxuan?"
Xia Zhenai frowned: "Andy, can't you help me?"
"How else do you want me to help you?"
"Can you provide me with Leng Yan's photo?" Xia Zhenai said honestly: "The world is so big, how easy is it to find someone?"
"..."
"Time is running out, and Haoxuan really can't wait for his illness."
Andy curled his lips in a self-deprecating tone and said in a suppressed voice: "I have been waiting for more than 20 years, why don't you think that I can't wait anymore?"
Xia Zhenai was shocked and glanced at Andy, his lonely eyes focused on hers.
But she turned away and pretended not to pay attention: "How can you compare with him?"
There's only one month left.
Andy's eyes flashed with deepness, his hand holding the thermos box tightened, and a hint of sarcasm appeared on the corner of his lips: "If it were me, would you be so nervous?"
Xia Zhenai said in a somewhat impatient tone: "Then will you help me?"
Andy lowered his eyes and ignored it, picking up the thermos and drinking the soup.
The umami flavor lingers in the mouth, leaving a fragrance on the teeth and cheeks,
"Xia Xia, this is the best soup I have ever tasted." Andy sighed: "It... tastes like home."
Xia Zhenai felt guilty and glanced at Andy: "I'm asking you for the last time, will you help me?"