The most important thing is when I came just now, I looked at my daughter sitting beside Ye Wenming's bed and staring blankly.

If the daughter really had no feelings for Ye Wenming, how could she have such a look!

There was a trace of struggle and obsession in his eyes.

No one knows a daughter better than a mother. Zhuo’s mother knows that Ye Wenming is probably the mark of her daughter’s life!

Even though my daughter kept saying that she didn't love her, she was afraid that she still had that love in her heart, but she was just... unwilling to admit it.

After Zhuo’s mother and Xiaoyan left, Zhuo Qianyun continued to stay in Ye Wenming’s ward.

He fell asleep deeply. The doctor said that because he had lost too much blood before, even if the anesthesia subsided, he was afraid that he would still sleep for a while. Maybe he woke up, it would be a few hours later, or more than a dozen hours later.

When will he wake up?

His face still looked so pale, with a sense of fragility.

It seems to disappear at any time.

Zhuo Qianyun's heart suddenly trembled, and she almost subconsciously raised her hand and gently stroked her pale cheeks, as if she was about to make sure that he was still alive and breathing.

His cheeks were so cold that as soon as she pressed her palms on her, she couldn't help but breathe.

It was so cold... like a dead person.

How much he paid for her today and how much blood shed!

This coldness, like a needle, pierced her heart and made her thrust and thrust again.

As if she felt the warmth of her palm, Ye Wenming's eyelashes trembled slightly, and a rumbling sound overflowed from her mouth.

Zhuo Qianyun's whole body was stiff in an instant, and she stared at Ye Wenming's eyes slowly opening, and even forgot to withdraw her hand that was still pressed on her cheek.

Ye Wenming stared at his face as he was so close to him, feeling the warmth on his cheeks. At this moment, he even thought he was dreaming, otherwise, how could he be by his bedside, and even looked at him so focusedly.

If she were her usual self, she would have tried her best to draw a line with him.

But the next moment, when he saw the white gauze wrapped around her neck, he suddenly seemed to remember something and suddenly wanted to sit up, and a hoarse voice came from his throat, "Does your neck matter? What do the doctor say?"

"I'm fine." Zhuo Qianyun quickly pressed Ye Wenming and refused to let him get up. "Don't talk. You have just finished the operation and lie down well. I'll call the doctor to come over." Only she was about to stand up, but one of his hands suddenly grabbed her wrist.

Zhuo Qianyun's whole body stiffened, and her gauze-wrapped hands made her unable to break free for a while.

In order to protect her, those hands used to hurt themselves with wooden sticks and daggers again and again. Now how could she shake his hand away?

Zhuo Qianyun hesitated for a moment, suddenly leaned towards Ye Wenming, and her two bodies gradually approached, and then she pressed the nurse bell at the head of the bed with her other hand.

After ringing the bell, Zhuo Qianyun lowered her head and her eyes met Ye Wenming who was lying on the bed. His eyes at this moment happened to meet her sight.

In an instant, Zhuo Qianyun's heart suddenly seemed to have a stroke, and she was a little at a loss.
Chapter completed!