Zhuo Qianyun said, trying to pull the hem of her clothes back from Ye Wenming's hand, but at this moment, how could Ye Wenming be willing to let go.

He was afraid that if he let go, he wouldn't know when he would see her again next time.

Zhuo Qianyun frowned, and one of the two people guarding the ward said, "Mr. Ye, please let me go, otherwise it will only embarrass everyone." As he said that, the man grabbed Ye Wenming's hand that was holding the hem of his clothes.

One hand.

Ye Wenming seemed not to hear anything, and just looked straight at Zhuo Qianyun, "I know you hate me, yes, I should hate you, but I beg you, let me talk to you alone.

Okay? I have so many things I want to say to you!"

"But you and I have nothing to say anymore," Zhuo Qianyun said.

Have nothing to say? Ye Wenming smiled bitterly. That hand was still holding on to the hem of his clothes. Even at this moment, the other hand was trying to open his hand and lift it up. Waves of pain came from his hand.

.

The whole hand seemed to be broken, and the fingers were twisted and deformed, but he still persisted.

He just didn't want to let go, because he was afraid that once he let go, he would never be able to hold on again! Even the little bond between him and her was gone!

Zhuo Qianyun looked at it coldly and suddenly said, "Ye Wenming, you are still so selfish. You always like to force others to do what you want. If you want others to kowtow and admit guilt, then others have to kowtow to that crime and admit that crime.

If you want others to listen to you, then others must stay and listen to you. People like you will never understand what respect is!"

Ye Wenming's body suddenly became stiff, his lips trembled, and his whole body seemed to be defeated, filled with a kind of despair, and his fingers loosened the tight hem of his clothes little by little.

Zhuo Qianyun put back the hem of her clothes and turned around.

"I know that she framed you for Kong Ziyin's miscarriage this time! Also, you were the one who donated bone marrow to me back then! It was you who saved me back then, wasn't it!" He suddenly shouted, "Qianyun

, I will compensate you, whatever you want me to compensate you for!"

She paused in her steps and slowly turned her head. Looking at the man in front of her, she suddenly felt ridiculous and sad.

This man, just a few days ago, viciously forced her to kneel down and kowtow, and now he said he wanted to make it up to her!

"Ye Wenming, not everything in this world can be compensated for." She said quietly, as if looking through the person in front of her, looking towards the past, "I did donate bone marrow to save a young man.

I hope that the person I save is upright and kind. If we are lucky enough to meet each other in the vast sea of ​​people in the future, we can look at each other and smile."

Ye Wenming stared at the other person in a daze, his heart seemed to have lost weight and kept falling downwards. In his ears, her voice was still hitting his eardrums word by word.

"But, I don't want the person I saved to use the life I saved to hurt me again and again. So Ye Wenming, I just hope that person is not you!"

After saying this, Zhuo Qianyun turned around and walked into the ward.

As the ward door closes, it's like two worlds are separated.

Ye Wenming stared at the door, standing motionless like a sculpture.

I don't know how long it took before he suddenly bent down, gasping for air, his face turned pale.

Can't make up for it?

Even, the person she hopes he saves is not him?! Because...if it is true, then it is too cruel to her!

Why did he only discover the truth after hurting her again and again?

Why did he give her such a cruel fact?

His mind seemed to reappear that when they were in love, she had prayed for a lotus in the temple with a pious look on her face, and then she was very happy after she got a lotus.

At that time, he asked curiously, "What are you asking for? You are so happy to win the lottery."
Chapter completed!