Chapter 223 Her left hand is half-waste

"Just what?" Tong Ran asked hurriedly.

Chen An frowned and looked at her with a serious expression, "Maybe he can't carry heavy objects anymore, and he can't clench his fists too tightly. He can only do some simple things."

Tong Ran was stunned and widened his eyes in disbelief, "What does this mean?"

"In other words, your hands are half broken."

"Semi-dead..." Tong Ran seemed a little unacceptable. She bit her lower lip tightly and stared at her arm with complicated eyes. After a while, she seemed to suddenly remember something. The light lit up in her eyes again, and she hurriedly supported her body and asked, "Can you play the piano? Can you still play the piano?"

A trace of unbearableness flashed through Chen An's eyes, and finally shook his head, "No."

He had heard from Jue that Tong Ran had signed up for this Driso Piano Competition. She was a student of the piano department of the Art Academy. Playing the piano should be her dream forever.

Now that the left hand is so useless, no matter how well you recover in the future, you can only hold a cup or take a book. It is impossible to play the piano.

Such news is undoubtedly the cruelest for her.

"cannot……"

Tong Ran repeated a low voice, and the flames ignited in her eyes faded away. She leaned back heavily on the pillow, tremblingly stretched out her right hand, and when she was about to touch her left wrist, she still took it back.

Then, she slowly closed her eyes.

Is this result God's will?

She once missed the opportunity to the Driso piano competition again and again because of Ruan Yilan's frame-up and obstruction of her aunt. This year, she could be considered a lot of difficulties. She finally asked Mo Nanjue to sign up for her.

But now, Chen An told her that her left hand was ruined.

I can't play the piano anymore.

Is she destined to be out of the piano?

She didn't regret blocking that for Mo Nanjue last night. If she could go back time and start over, she would still choose to block him with her arm without hesitation.

Because, that was what she owed him.

But even so, the fact that the left hand cannot play the piano in front of her will still feel sad, because the piano is her dream and something she has been chasing, but it is interrupted in this way.

Seeing her eyes closed, tears fell from the corners of her eyes, Chen An couldn't help but turn his head away, "Don't think so much, have a good rest first and take care of the wound. Jue's room is downstairs."

Jue's room...

These four words made a trace of thought flash through Tong Ran’s head.

...

"When Jue woke up, he might... he wouldn't remember what happened last night."

...

This is what Chen An said before she fell into a coma.

Mo Nanjue has not woken up yet, so Chen An has no chance to tell him about this.

Thinking of this, Tong Ran straightened his body, stretched out his right hand to wipe the tears from the corners of his eyes, and said seriously, "Chen An, I want to ask you something."

"What's up?"

"I hope that my left hand is half-waste and I can't play the piano anymore, as well as the injuries on my body, including I met you downstairs last night and went into that room. In other words, you helped me hide everything that happened last night from Mo Nanjue." After that, Tong Ran stretched out his right hand and held his left hand.

"Hidden it?" Chen An frowned in confusion, "Why should I hide it from Jue?"
Chapter completed!