Song Ye's white moonlight stand-in, I'm not right

Chapter 60
The moment the pain hit, Qi Yue exploded with all her strength, and threw Qi Huan away with a flick of her hand. At the same time, the bandage on her wrist was completely soaked in blood, and the sleeves of the beige sweater were also soaked in blood.

Song Yan's eyes only followed Qi Huan who fell to the ground, this time, Cheng Zhi was the first to notice that half of her sleeve was soaked in blood.

Qi Yue was so painful that cold sweat broke out on his forehead, and he didn't want to take out his mobile phone to call the hospital.

"Mom, mom, there's a lot of blood on her arm..." Cheng Zhi screamed to remind Qi Huan.

Qi Huan was lifted up from the ground by Song Yan, and now the two looked at Qi Yue's arm.

Qi Yue clutched the wound, trying to use pressure to reduce the blood flow, but it didn't work at all.

The wound seemed to be completely open, and blood gushed out continuously.

For a moment, she felt that she might go with Song Zhaoyan too.

Song Yan's scarlet eyes were full of Qi Yue's gauze-wrapped wrist, and he quickly stepped forward to follow Qi Yue's movement and firmly grasped her wrist: "Did you cut your wrist?"

Qi Yue's eyes were staring in pain, and she didn't bother to answer him.

Song Yan's heart seemed to be grabbed severely by someone, his heart missed a beat, and his breathing became difficult.

Qi Huan came over, she just watched Qi Yue's wrist hurt when she pinched Qi Yue's wrist at the beginning, and wanted to use this method to punish her for speaking rudely, and said such words to Cheng Zhi, but she didn't expect this kind of ending.

For a moment, Qi Huan was so frightened that he didn't dare to say a word.

Song Yan didn't say a word, the princess picked up Qi Yue, walked directly to the courtyard, opened the car door and put him on, and ignored Qi Huan and Cheng Zhi, stepped on the gas pedal and went straight to the hospital.

He was very nervous all the way, he kept looking at Qi Yue whose eyes were closed in pain, and at the same time walked the old way, feeling anxious and ran through the red light twice.

The traffic police chased him on a motorcycle, and Song Yan stepped on the gas pedal crazily, almost exceeding the speed limit on the expressway.

They were finally sent to the hospital. Since Qi Yue had called 120 immediately, there was a doctor waiting to bandage the wound as soon as they arrived.

After the stitches were re-stitched, the medicine was applied and bandaged with new gauze, Qi Yue kept frowning, closed her eyes and did not speak or make a sound.

Song Yan's heart was tugged.

He didn't know why he was so scared when he looked at Qi Yue's wound, even more scared than his own injury.

He was worried that she would be hurt, that she would be hurt, to the extent that he didn't even think of it.

Qi Yue sat on the chair with squinted eyes and took anti-inflammatory drugs again. Song Yan wanted to accompany him, but Xu Zhen called several times and asked him what he did to the hospital and why he ran the red light.

Song Yan answered a few words casually, and asked Xu Zhen to deal with it, and don't call him again to upset him.

Qi Yue closed her eyes and rested for a while, then opened her eyes and looked at Song Yan, and said, "Can you stop disturbing my mood here?"

Song Yan was taken aback, his movements froze for a moment, and he turned to look at her: "I'll accompany you to finish the drip and leave."

"No need." Qi Yue flatly refused.

"...Why did you cut your wrists? Could it be that my little uncle is gone, so there is nothing worth commemorating?" Song Yan asked her, trying to restrain herself.

Qi Yue didn't answer his question.

She didn't cut her wrists, she just hurt herself.

She didn't deny that it had something to do with Song Zhaoyan, but she also didn't admit that it was all caused by him.

The nonsensical questions Song Yan asked had no meaning to her at all, and she could choose not to answer them.

Song Yan didn't hear the answer, and looked at her stubbornly, unwilling to let go.

"Qi Yue, answer me."

Qi Yue met his dark eyes and smiled frivolously, Song Yan was too childish.

Maybe it's because she's older than Song Yan, or maybe it's because she has experienced too many things in these years. Her mental age has surpassed her physical age, and Song Yan is still naive to her.

When a child has a piece of candy, he will hide it and eat it secretly, and the child will stubbornly want an answer.

Adults will choose.

Looking at this pair of eyes almost identical to those of Song Zhaoyan, he seemed to be in a trance for a moment.

"Ayan..."

Song Yan narrowed his black eyes, clenched his palms, and pinched Qi Yue's uninjured wrist uncontrollably: "Who is your name?"

Qi Yue regained consciousness and turned to look elsewhere.

Song Yan is self-evident.

Song Yan slowly let go of her wrist, her eyes were a little red, and she said softly, "Qi Yue, you are so ruthless. You are more heartless than me."

Qi Yue chuckled: "It's time for you to grow up, Song Yan. People will eventually grow up and become adults who can face everything on their own. Do you remember this sentence, do you understand it now?"

I hope you grow up to be a person who can resist everything, I hope you can become a mature adult.

"Go back, don't bother me."

Qi Yue closed her eyes and refused to talk to Song Yan again.

She didn't have the energy to deal with them anymore, and she didn't want to entangle with them any more.

Whether it is the Qi family or Song Yan, she is already chilling.

If people with close relationships are also trying to frame you, what else do you need these relationships for?
After Song Yan heard these words, there was no expression on his face, even his expression didn't change, but he didn't leave, and sat quietly beside her to get her IV drip.

After one o'clock in the morning, the last bottle was finished, and Qi Yue fell asleep.

She was going to eat something, but Qi Huan took her to the hospital again. From yesterday to early this morning, she hadn't even eaten a single grain of rice, and she was already starving. She finally managed to fall asleep.

Song Yan lowered his eyes and closed his eyes to rest his mind. He didn't seem to pay attention to her situation. Looking carefully, Song Yan would raise his arm whenever Qi Yue made a slight movement.

When she woke up in the early morning of the next day, the entire hall was illuminated by the sun, Qi Yue pinched her neck with her hand and let out a "hiss".

Song Yan left, I don't know when he left.

The needle in Qi Yue's hand was also pulled out, and the medical tape was still attached.

After adapting to her stiff body for a while, she stood up and looked around. There were already many people running around.

The first thing Qi Yue did when he came out of the hospital was to find a breakfast shop to have breakfast, and then he took a taxi back to Jiangwan Apartment.

Jiangwan apartment is still the same as she left, deserted and unpopular.

Qi Yue tidied up the house and received a call from Director Tu.

Director Tu said that the next program will be on a mountain and will start next Monday.

There are still three days until next Monday, and Qi Yue is sitting on the balcony of the living room basking in the sun, drawing pictures one by one.

She suddenly lost her direction, didn't know what she was going to do, what job to do, and who to get along with.

As soon as she thought of Yuxi, Yuxi ran over and knocked on the door of her house.

Yu Xi pounded on the door, Qi Yue put down the tablet in her hand, walked over to open the door, Yu Xi rushed in, hugged her arm and looked at it.

"Qi Yue, I think you are really crazy! Isn't Song Zhaoyan dead, is it worth cutting your wrists to die?"

Qi Yue frowned, why did everyone think that her self-harm must have something to do with Song Zhaoyan.

Besides, how did Yuxi know that she had cut her wrist?
Qi Yue met Yuxi's eyes and said impatiently: "This has nothing to do with Song Zhaoyan, why do you say that Song Zhaoyan died, is his death so insignificant?"

(End of this chapter)