Everything he looked at was white. The doctor took down half of the anesthetic. Before Li Wanmu fell asleep, she glanced at Ying Hanjin. She couldn't see clearly and it was very blurry. She just felt that the man seemed motionless and stiff.
She didn't know where she got the strength and consciousness to pull the man's finger and said softly, "Wait for me."
...
Half an hour later, Li Wanmu woke up.
The nurse said that the handsome guy who sent her was standing outside without moving at all, so she wanted to call someone in.
Li Wanmu was holding a mirror to look at the gauze on her head. It completely ruined the beauty. Will it leave any scars?
It was all because of her sudden fever. From the corner of her eye, she could just see Hai Shao's posture. Her mind went blank, and somehow...
She wanted to blame others, and the more she thought about it, the angrier she became.
He raised his eyes and looked at the door. He saw a tall boy of 1.85 meters with his head hanging down and his hands on his sides. He looked extremely remorseful and weak. He stepped on the line of the door as if he had made a big mistake.
of children.
Li Wanmu: "..."
"Ying Hanjin! Bah--" Li Wanmu twitched because of her mood swings or her voice was too loud, and she screamed out in pain.
The person at the door rushed in, at a loss, "Wanwan, are you in pain..."
"Nonsense, of course it hurts. Ten stitches on my head hurt!"
"I'm sorry, I didn't pay attention. I didn't protect you." The boy's eyes were red, and his long eyelashes were trembling.
His voice was very low, and his emotions of self-blame and pain seemed to have passed through the gate of time and space.
He was stuck inside, unable to break free and unable to move.
He wanted to die in pain and wished he had to admit everything.
The boy who was just pushed into the darkness had no light in his eyes.
Suddenly.
A white and slender hand pulled him up from the abyss.
There were no waves in Li Wanmu's watery eyes, like a pool of deep water that was about to drown people.
Her red lips opened and closed, "It's not your fault."
"Ying Hanjin, listen carefully.
It has nothing to do with whoever did it is your fault.
Don't always think that someone left because you failed to protect the other person.
There are always too many surprises that we have no time to prepare for.
You are not God, you are just a human being."
You are only human...
The only information Ying Hanjin received since childhood was that he was a tool, a bargaining chip for his mother to control his father. He was a "beast" who was driven out and killed after his parents died.
He lives at the bottom of darkness, and has seen the ugliness at the top of the mountain. Shuttle between power and money, he is forced to move forward with a heavy burden.
Everyone imposes their emotions on him. Who would have thought that he is also a human being, with things that he can or cannot do, and he has his own independent emotions and thinking.
In the end, it was not his superior family but Li Wanmu who gave his life meaning.
Ying Hanjin suddenly smiled, with a bright light in his eyes, "Obviously you saved me and you were injured, but I still want you to comfort me. I am really a child who has not grown up."
"It's good to know." Li Wanmu muttered, touching the sandbag on her head and grimacing in pain.
The next second.
Falling into a domineering yet gentle embrace, the exclusive fragrance on the clothes was mixed with a faint smell of tobacco. The man moved very quickly, but she, a woman who was half-dead after being knocked to the head, was really defenseless.
Li Wanmu made good excuses for herself in her heart and sighed.
"Ying Hanjin, please be a human being. Sister, I am still a wounded person."