"It was Tingyu who asked me to chase you back. If I can't complete my mission, what kind of face will I have to go back to face her!" Wen Xuan's voice became louder and he quickly stood up and wanted to chase her.
Maybe I stood up from the sofa a little violently, and my head suddenly felt like I was stabbed by a needle, and it hurt a moment.
The stinging pain was short and violent, like a sudden electric current rushing through his body, making him unable to help but let out a soft cry.
He Mengjie paused, and she could hear the pain contained in the soft cry, which was not something that could be pretended.
She turned to look at Wenxuan, and saw him reaching out and holding his head.
Her heart suddenly became cold, and she suddenly remembered that Wen Xuan had suffered a head injury before, and she had also had a pain in the middle of the night.
She didn't bother to get angry, and turned back and walked to him.
She almost squatted down and hugged his shoulders, but she finally held back the moment before the action.
She stood, watching him bent over and hugged his head, looking a little cold: "Can't die, right?"
Wenxuan raised his head gently, and there seemed to be still the pain that had just left in his eyes that had not dissipated, but this time he raised a smile on the corner of his lips: "How could I die if I didn't let you breathe?"
He Mengjie felt inexplicably painful in her heart. She couldn't tell what it was because of, but in short, it was painful. She stood there firmly, not knowing what to say to deal with it.
At this time, Wenxuan sighed softly and said quietly: "You once asked me if I would fight for you. Now, I finally fought for you, and I feel very relieved."
He Mengjie's eyes began to turn red. The sweetness of the past would make her cry as soon as she touched her.
Wenxuan held He Mengjie's hand tightly with his big hand, looked up at her, and an indescribable melancholy flowed in his eyes: "I have read every email you wrote to me many times,
I have remembered it firmly in my heart. My love for you has never changed, but because of some things... we have misunderstandings..."
He Mengjie's body trembled slightly, and her heart was in a mess. Faced with Wenxuan like this, she had no strength to resist at all, but she didn't want to compromise like this deep in her heart.
There is no exact reason, what reason should she use to forgive him?
So, she finally couldn't help asking: "What misunderstanding?"
Wenxuan's lips squirmed twice, and then he seemed to have made a lot of determination before he said slowly: "There was something wrong with my head at that time."
"What's the problem?" He Mengjie's heart beat wildly, her voice trembled slightly, but she couldn't help asking.
"I have a blood clot in my head, which temporarily presses on the brain tissue-"
"What then?" He Mengjie immediately asked when he heard him pause for a moment, with a hesitant expression.
"After you left, I had a craniotomy surgery and cleared the blood clots-"
"That's why, I've been in the United States for a day or two and couldn't contact you?" This time, He Mengjie immediately interrupted without waiting for him to speak.
Wenxuan nodded, He Mengjie's eyes darkened, and something seemed to be a little brighter in her eyes.
"What about that later, you continue to say!" She took a deep breath to suppress the surging emotions in her heart, and then asked again.