"I just ask a friend I have helped to live healthily and not be troubled by illness. Now this is the sign-up, so he should be fine now."

"Friend? Which friend?"

"I have never met my friend, but maybe I will have the chance to see him in the future." She smiled sweetly, "I will introduce you to you then!"

"What kind of friend you haven't seen before? Netizen?" he asked.

"Secret! I'll tell you later!" she said with a smile.

And until now, when he thought about this period of time, he realized that the friend she mentioned was him!

She saved him, and although she had not met, she still cared about his health in her heart.

But he is ruining her life!

At that time, if he had asked her about her friend carefully, he might have discovered the clue, but he had missed it.

He never thought about listening to her telling this "secret" in the future, because he knew at that time that she and him had no future at all.

He was with her, but just for revenge.

At this moment, the bodyguard beside Ye Wenming stepped forward and said, "Mr. Ye, are you okay..." The other party's voice suddenly stopped.

Just because of Ye Wenming's eyes at this moment, their eyes were red and filled with pain.

It was as if his whole body had been overwhelmed by endless pain.

———

When Ling Yiran looked at Zhuo Qianyun, he only saw Ye Wenming standing in front of the ward, motionless, as if he was standing a living dead man.

Ling Yiran sighed slightly in his heart. If he had known today, why would he have been there?

But he... looked at Ye Wenming's haggard appearance, A Jin said that maybe he was right, that is, Ye Wenming really loves Sister Zhuo, otherwise, even if he felt guilty, he would not have looked like this.

"How long have he been standing here?" Ling still stood with the two Yi Jinli's subordinates who were guarding outside the ward.

"From last night until now," the other party replied.

Ling Yiran glanced at Ye Wenming again and then walked into the ward.

In the ward, Zhuo Qianyun was the only one left. At this moment, she was lowering her head and looking at her sick clothes.

Ling Yiran looked over and saw a dark red color on the hem of the clothes, which was...the color of blood.

"Are you injured? Where did you bleed?" Ling Yiran was shocked and asked anxiously.

Zhuo Qianyun then seemed to have come back to her senses and shook her head and said, "I was not injured or bleeding."

"Then this blood..."

"It was Ye Wenming who left it. He came to me last night and once grabbed the hem of my clothes." It was not until just now that she discovered that the hem of the clothes was stained with blood.
Chapter completed!