Devil husband, fall in love with me

One morning, she was almost in a daze of sleep in the past, only occasionally awake for a few minutes.

After the fever subsided, when she finally woke up and had the strength to open her eyes, she couldn't wait to look for his figure with her eyes. However, there was no one nearby, and there was no one in the room.

Clearly feel, he was just at his side, how suddenly wake up, he is not there?

She tried to raise her hand and looked at it. Just now, he was holding it all the time.

As if a dream in general, beautiful a little unreal. Wake up, all the prosperity and warmth are gone.

At this time, Jiang wanting's heart is full of loss.

She was sure that he had been here, but he left without a word.

If she is strong enough to feel the chair beside the bed, she will find that it is still warm. Lei Yan has just left.

He held her hand and sat for a whole morning. When he felt her fingertips moving, her brows slightly frowning, and he tried to open his eyes, he released her hand and stood up to leave.

He didn't want her to see his tender side. He didn't know how to face her. Continue to be indifferent to her? He was afraid to see her hurt expression, he was afraid that he would not have the heart.

Therefore, he can only choose to escape.

Almost as soon as he left, she woke up.

After that day, her life returned to the pattern it had been.

She had expected that he would come to see her, but day by day, her hopes failed, and he never came.

The nurses and doctors took care of her more meticulously. They were very nervous about her body. They would check her for half a day at any disturbance, and there was no possibility of her getting sick at all.

She can't even help begging the nurse if she can call Lei Yan. She really miss him.

The nurse couldn't stand her plea and dialed his phone. However, after hanging up the phone, she told her that Yan Shao was very busy and didn't have time to come.

He didn't want to come to see her. In fact, she was very clear in her heart, as if a ladle of cold water was pouring down.

She lives like a walking corpse day by day, living in the world where she will never see him, as if she were in the dark corridor where she will never go to the end.

In her eyes, she is his faith, her sun.

Home, no dream and work, give up, without him, she really nothing.

The brief warmth of that day has become her spiritual sustenance.

Lying in bed, with her eyes closed, she would think of the feeling that he held her hand and rubbed the back of her hand.

He still had feelings for her in his heart. She was ill and had a high fever, so he came to take care of her.

Is it only when she is seriously ill that he will feel distressed and come to see her? Although that day was vague and a little unreal, as long as she felt that he was there, she would be very satisfied.

If he could stay with her all the time, she would really like to fall asleep all the time, wake up occasionally, and feel his breath.

She really missed him. In order to see him again, she had a terrible thought in her heart. She wanted to torture her body.

The next day, the nurse gave her medicine. She took it and said, "I'll do it myself. You can pour me a glass of water."

While the nurse turned to pour the water, she hurriedly put the medicine in her palm under the pillow. At the moment when she turned back, she took the medicine and put the medicine in her palm into her mouth.