It was obviously only a few steps from the door of the inner room to Sang Rong's bedside, but Xia Yihan followed step by step and found it difficult to move forward.
He didn't know what to say when facing Sang Rong.
"Senior brother." At this moment, Sang Rong's voice sounded in Xia Yihan's ears, and it was unexpectedly calm.
"Rong'er!" Upon hearing this, Xia Yihan quickly walked a few steps to Sang Rong's bedside.
Although he had changed into fresh clothes, the injuries on his body were no longer visible, but there were only a lot more purple spots on his face.
She opened her eyes and looked at the top of the bed, but her eyes were calm, but that kind of calm made Xia Yihan feel even more uneasy and heartbroken.
Under that calm surface, the hidden pain was unbearable. How could she, a girl, endure it?
Xia Yihan lowered her eyes apologetically and apologized: "Rong'er, I'm sorry, it's me..."
"Brother, thank you for saving me." Before he could finish his words, he was interrupted by Sang Rong.
Listening to her words, Xia Yihan was obviously stunned, but he heard her say again: "I'm really relieved that you are still willing to save me after I did something like that."
When he said this, Sang Rong's eyes finally turned to Xia Yihan. Her eyes were red and watery, but she resisted the flow of water.
Such a Sang Rong and such words made Xia Yihan unmoved.
Sitting down beside her bed, Xia Yihan helped her sit up and said apologetically: "Rong'er, don't be like this. If you want to cry, just cry."
"No, why should I cry?" Sang Rong shook his head and bit his lower lip, "I am responsible for all this. It is the retribution given to me by God. I have no right to cry."
"Rong'er!" Xia Yihan held her in his arms, feeling heartbroken, "It's me who didn't take good care of you, and I'm sorry for you."
With her face leaning against Xia Yihan's arms, at that moment, Sang Rong could no longer hold back, and the tears in her eyes finally fell down.
Xia Yihan didn't speak anymore, just pressed her head on her chest and looked at her slightly shrugged shoulders, her eyes full of love.
At this moment, he didn't know what to do.
Before, he had made up his mind in front of Hu Ling'er, saying that he would definitely let Sang Rong out of their sight and out of their lives, but now...
How could he leave Sangrong alone? How could he say such a thing?
Although Sang Rong's face was disfigured, his martial arts skills were ruined, and he lost his virginity, although it was Sang Rong's own fault, in the final analysis, the real culprit was still himself.
Sang Rong just leaned in his arms and cried. After a long time, he actually fell asleep.
Xia Yihan carefully put her back on the bed, and then covered her with a quilt. Just when he was about to take back his hand, Sang Rong murmured uneasily: "No, no!"
Her hands were waving wildly, her expression frightened and painful.
"It's okay, Rong'er, it's okay." Xia Yihan grabbed her hand and kept comforting her.
Under his comfort, Sang Rong calmed down, but his hand held Xia Yihan's tightly and never let go.
In desperation, Xia Yihan could only stay by her side, feeling mixed emotions in her heart.
After being with San Rong for so many years, he knew San Rong well. The stronger she pretended to be on the outside, the more fragile she became in her heart.
She didn't say anything, but he could understand the pain in her heart.
Seeing Sang Rong holding his hand tightly, Xia Yihan had mixed feelings.
Just a few hours ago, he could throw her away without hesitation, but now, he couldn't do it and could only let her hold on like this.
But what about Hu Ling'er? How will he explain to her?
He accidentally pushed her just now, causing her to almost fall. He didn't even have time to say sorry to her.
Thinking of this, Xia Yihan became flustered and wanted to go find Hu Linger immediately.
But as soon as his hand moved, Sang Rong grabbed him tighter and began to murmur again: "Han, I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."
Xia Yihan's hand paused and she couldn't bear to let go.
Just like that, he sat quietly in front of Sang Rong's bed, letting her hold his hand, and didn't close his eyes all night long.
It wasn't until the sky dawned outside that Sang Rong finally became completely quiet. Xia Yihan tried to pull out his hand and finally pulled it out.
After staying there for a while to make sure that she would no longer be uneasy, Xia Yihan stood up and left.
Opening the door, a gust of cold wind swept in. Xia Yihan's body felt cold, but her heart felt even colder.
For so many days, he would stay by Hu Ling'er's side when sleeping at night, but last night she was alone...
Feeling anxious in his heart, he quickened his pace and ran quickly towards Hu Ling'er's yard.
But when he walked to Hu Ling'er's door, he stopped again.
Now he is in a dilemma. In Sang Rong's current situation, he simply cannot fulfill his promise to Hu Ling'er.
What on earth is he going to do?
"Aren't you coming in?" Just when he was in a dilemma, Hu Ling'er's voice suddenly came out.
Xia Yihan paused, opened the door and walked in.
In the house, Hu Ling'er was not lying on the bed, but sitting at the table, and she was still wearing the clothes from last night.
Did she sit here all night?
Xia Yihan was shocked, walked quickly to Hu Ling'er, and said worriedly: "Ling'er, have you been awake all night?"
Hu Ling'er's face was very haggard, but her expression was very calm.
Looking up at Xia Yihan, Hu Ling'er looked calm and said two words lightly: "Yes."
That calm expression and tone as light as the breeze made Xia Yihan's heart tremble slightly. He grabbed her hand and said: "Ling'er, your body hasn't recovered yet, how can you not sleep all night. Come on, now
Just get in bed!”
Hu Ling'er lowered her eyes slightly and looked at Xia Yihan's hand holding hers.
Noticing Hu Ling'er's gaze, Xia Yihan suddenly remembered what happened last night, "Ling'er, I didn't push you away on purpose last night, I..."
Before he could finish speaking, Hu Ling'er curled her lips slightly, smiled, and interrupted Xia Yihan: "Compared with what Sang Rong has experienced, what I have done is nothing."
"Ling'er, we'll talk about Rong'er later. You'd better go to bed first." Although he had a lot to say to her at the moment, looking at Hu Ling'er's current state, Xia Yihan really didn't know how to speak.