And the most important thing is that when I came here just now, I saw my daughter sitting beside Ye Wenming's bed, staring blankly in her eyes.

If her daughter really had no feelings for Ye Wenming, how could she have such a look in her eyes?

There was a hint of struggle and obsession in those eyes.

Zhuo's mother knew that Ye Wenming would be the mark of her daughter's life!

Even though my daughter keeps saying she doesn't love her, I'm afraid she still has that love in her heart, but she just... doesn't want to admit it.

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

He fell into a deep sleep. The doctor said that because he had lost too much blood before, even if the anesthesia wore off, he would probably still sleep for a while. He might wake up a few hours later, or perhaps a dozen times.

hours later.

When will he wake up?

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

It seems like it will disappear at any time.

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

His cheek was so cold that she couldn't help but gasp as soon as her palm touched it.

It's as cold as a dead person.

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

This coldness was like a needle, pricking her heart and causing throbbing pain.

As if he felt the warmth in her palms, Ye Wenming's eyelashes trembled slightly, and a moan escaped from his mouth.

Zhuo Qianyun's whole body stiffened for a moment, and she stared blankly at Ye Wenming's eyes slowly opening, and even forgot to take back the hand that was still attached to her cheek.

Ye Wenming just stared blankly at the face so close to him, feeling the warmth on his cheeks. At this moment, he even thought he was dreaming, otherwise, how could he see her standing beside his hospital bed?

Even looking at him so intently.

If it were her normal self, I'm afraid she would be desperately trying to draw a clear 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, "Your

Is the neck tight? What does the doctor say?"

"I'm fine." Zhuo Qianyun quickly pressed down on Ye Wenming to prevent him from getting up, "Don't say anything. You just finished the operation. Lie down and I'll call the doctor." Only when she was about to stand up, he suddenly

A hand suddenly grabbed her wrist.

Zhuo Qianyun's whole body froze, and she did not move away from the gauze-wrapped hand for a moment.

Those hands, in order to protect her, used sticks and daggers to hurt themselves again and again. How could she throw away his hands now?

Zhuo Qianyun hesitated for a moment, then suddenly leaned towards Ye Wenming, her two bodies gradually getting closer, and then her other hand pressed towards the nurse's bell beside the bed.

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

In an instant, Zhuo Qianyun's heart seemed to skip a beat, and she was a little at a loss.

The two people just stared at each other until the door to the ward was pushed open and the nurse walked in quickly, breaking the silence.

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Chapter completed!