The Silly Ex-Wife of the Infernal Chief

It wasn't until he walked into the ward where Xiang Qinglan lived that he felt really relieved, and he tightly held the medical record in his pocket with his fingers. At this time, Xiang Qinglan was the only one in the ward. , she was lying there alone like that, the oxygen mask on her face had been taken off, he walked lightly to her bedside, staring at her face closely, in fact, their faces are basically the same now s color.

The same pale and colorless.

In fact, this is very good, really good, two people who depend on each other for life, love each other, this should be the way it should be.What she endured, he should also bear.

He stretched out his hand and lightly touched Xiang Qinglan's cheek, the coldness of his fingertips was as cold as her face.

He hastily moved his hand away, rubbed his hand vigorously, and waited for some warmth before putting his hand on her face again.

Lan, are you cold? He sat down and put his big palm on Xiang Qinglan's face, moving carefully, for fear of hurting her.

He pursed his lips tightly, his eyes were terribly red, but there were no tears all the time, from the beginning to now, all the time.

Sitting by the hospital bed, he kept guarding Xiang Qinglan without eating or drinking. No one knew what Xiang Qinglan meant to him. Everyone in the hospital thought they were lovers, and Qing's appearance was too conspicuous, so It made everyone notice that this man really loved that woman on the hospital bed, but he didn't say a word to anyone except that woman.

It's terribly cold, and it's also terribly cool.It's just that no one knows, he's just a big kid who doesn't understand anything, he's just too afraid of losing.

Xiang Qinglan blinked her eyes slightly, like the transparent wings of a butterfly, with a vague sense of fragility. She felt that her eyelids were very heavy, and she didn't even have the strength to open them. There was a slight pain in her chest. the pain,

"Qing, Qing..." Her lips moved, but she unconsciously called that person's name. From dreaming to waking up, there was only one him in her heart, that helpless Qing, that foolish and foolish... De Qing, how to live.

She struggled to wake up from the dream, she couldn't look at Qing sad, the days without her, she couldn't believe that Qing who went back to the past would live on the street again.Without anyone to take care of him, he is no different from a child.

She was relieved until a piece of light appeared in front of her eyes. She turned her eyes and looked at the whiteness in front of her. The quilt, the wall, and everything in front of her were all white, a white she was not familiar with. Here It was the hospital, and the man's stick just hit her on the back.She went to the hospital, so clear.

Qing, she struggled to sit up again, but the pain in her chest became more and more painful with her movements, she turned her head, her eyes suddenly opened slightly, and her body no longer dared to move up.

Qing... She stared at the man lying on the bed with red eyes, still wearing the same clothes, his hands were tightly grasping the quilt on her body, some dark shadows could be seen in his eyes, he obviously slept very restlessly , even when he was sleeping, he frowned, and his face was really bad, with blue stubble all over his lower jaw, so clear, it was really too embarrassing, and too embarrassing. People are distressed.

She blinked her eyes, her eyes were sore and unbearable, they had no relatives, he was the one who sent her to the hospital, he didn't understand anything at all, how could he bear this, how could he do it?

She stretched out her hand and stroked the center of his brow lightly, as if she also felt that kind of reassuring temperature, the center of the brow, which had been furrowed so clearly, relaxed slightly at this moment.