Chief husband, strong love!

"Nothing." His voice was deep and dumb to the bone, and he responded with an understatement, "careless."

Su Yan's heart was so painful that she had forgotten what had just happened.

Her eyes slowly moved to his face and saw the calm indifference on the man's face.

It's like this wound is not his at all.

But she could see at a glance how dangerous this position was and how deep it was hurt.

"You're lying. It doesn't look careful." She restrained her tone, but she couldn't help feeling distressed.

Seeing that she refused to give up, Mu Beishen knew that the vague words could not pass like this.

He sat down next to her, took her back to his arms and whispered, "I can't help it, so I was hurt."

"This is not a little injury..." Su Yan can't imagine what happened.

She struggled out of his arms and her hand broke free from his palm.

She gently repositioned her hand.

Clearly feel his beating heart.

Su Yan bit his lip and said softly, "you weren't ill before?"

She searched the Internet. He was dead for half a year.

Although it was later explained that he was ill, what kind of disease required him to declare his death directly.

That can only be, he really almost died.

It's a new injury. She can see it.

Mu Beishen lowered his eyes and looked at her hand carefully placed on it.

He didn't pull her away, but gently covered her palm. "It's an injury, but it's inconvenient to explain so much to the public. Illness is a better reason to accept and has less impact on the company. If it's an injury, it will lead to a lot of speculation for no reason."

"Is it the enemy?" Su Yan asked in a low voice, "otherwise, how could he give such a cruel hand."

"No!" He denied without any hesitation, "Yan'er, shall we not mention it?"

She raised her eyes, looked up at his dark and matte eyes, and said in confusion, "why not mention it?"

He paused and said faintly, "I'm afraid you're afraid. I'm afraid now. It's all over. It's no use asking. It's all right. I'm not dead."

Yes, she looked scared.

Su Yan's hand directly and clearly felt the unevenness of his wound.

I can't imagine what it was like at that time.

It turned out that he could die.

"Does it hurt?"

Mu Beishen smiled softly, "it doesn't hurt."

"Don't think I'm stupid!" She gave him an angry stare.

The man said, "I fainted. I don't know whether it hurt or not. Later, it got better slowly, and it wasn't so serious."

She thought it must still hurt, so she asked him to recall it again.

Su Yan finally decided not to ask.

Her hand moved away from his wound, her arm hugged him and leaned back in his arms, her face against his chest. "Won't it be like this again?"

Without a direct answer, he whispered, "isn't it good now?"

"I'm a little afraid. Beishen, can you promise me you won't die?" She opened her eyes and didn't move. "I don't want you to die."

Mu Beishen couldn't speak for a moment.

The warmth of his chest was close to his heart.

Every time he saw the scar, he would stare for a moment.

It seems that the wound is alive and can tear his heart open again every time.

Not because of how painful the knife was.

But he couldn't forget Su Yan at that time.

His memory was not on this knife, because she was the only one in his sight.