After the rebirth, the boss is slapping the face every day

Chapter 606 She Doesn't Hate Him, Don't Blame Him Anymore

"No, Yichen is my good friend, so I will definitely do my best to help him."

Mu Linyu said, and left the ward.

Soon, the ward became quiet, only she and Leng Yichen were left.

In the blindingly white ward, there was a faint smell of medicine in the air. Leng Yichen closed his eyes tightly and fell asleep peacefully, like a sleeping angel. Mu Ruoan sat down by the bed and looked at him quietly.

The ward was very quiet, so quiet that only the sound of instruments ticking remained.

"Hey." She sighed faintly, raised her hand and pulled up the quilt on his body, and finally her hand fell on his face.

His skin was very fine, and his fingertips were not rough at all.

She touched him gently with nostalgia, only at this time she dared to touch him like this.

Because only at this time, he will not shake off her hand.

But she didn't like him like this, there was no trace of anger, if a wax figure, although it looked like him, was not the real him after all.

That flesh and blood, happy and sad, even the indifferent Leng Yichen is better than the lifeless him lying on the bed.

It was her who killed him, otherwise he wouldn't be lying here.

Her hand lightly landed on the gauze on his forehead, and her heart ached along with the wound, both on his body and in her heart.

She never thought that he, who hated her so much in his previous life, would almost sacrifice his life just to save her.

All worries, all resentments, along with his deep sleep, will also sleep forever.

She doesn't hate him, doesn't blame him anymore.

As long as he can wake up, she will love him well.

What is the hatred of the previous life, what is the resentment of the previous life, it is far less than his life.

She just wants him to be good, and she can do whatever she wants.

"Leng Yichen, you need to get well soon." She said hoarsely, but with sobs, her eyes were red, her vision was blurred by tears, and there were some splashes.

She closed her eyes, retracted her hand tremblingly, and landed on his left hand.

His left hand was also wrapped in a thick bandage and cast in plaster.

"Plop." Two crystal clear teardrops slid down her face and hit the back of his hand and shattered, making it icy cold.

The man's eyelashes trembled slightly, but his eyes were lowered, and the sad woman didn't see it.

She blinked, tried to force back the tears in her eyes, raised her hand to wipe away the tears on her face, and forced a smile that was uglier than crying, "Don't worry, I will take good care of you until you recover until."

"It's boring to lie on the bed, do you want to hear a story, let me tell you a story?" She asked, without expecting him to answer, and went on talking, "Well, what kind of story should I tell? "

"By the way, let's say there used to be a mountain."

"Once upon a time there was a mountain, and there was a temple in the mountain. In the temple, an old monk told a story. What was he talking about? Yes, there was a mountain in the past."

She told the story slowly, but the more she told, the more tears shed, and the more choked her voice became.

She raised her hand to wipe her tears, the voice of the storyteller paused, and then continued, "Where did I just say, oh, yes, there used to be a mountain, and there was a temple in the mountain"

At this point, she couldn't go on talking. She raised her head and took a deep breath, trying not to let the tears fall. She pulled her mouth and tried to smile, but the smile was uglier than crying, "It's very unpleasant, isn't it? Wake up quickly, so that you don't have to suffer from ear damage, or I will keep talking until you wake up."

(End of this chapter)