Song Xiang opened his eyes and scanned his surroundings.
Yan Han, Rong Boye, Li Ying, and Su Man...
"The indicators are pretty good, there are no problems." Xiang Shuyi said with a smile.
Two cheers came from outside, and Xiang Shuyi said a few things to pay attention to before leading the people out.
Song Xiang relaxed his breath, and his eyes switched back and forth between Yan Han and Rong Boye.
Before she could speak, Rong Boye had already left the door of the room, but Rong Zhe came in and leaned over to speak: "Don't worry, Mr. is next door. When you can get out of bed, you can talk to him again."
Song Xiang nodded.
The room gradually emptied out, leaving only Yan Han standing by the bed.
Seeing that he didn't turn his head, Song Xiang pursed his lips, stretched out his hand with difficulty, and touched his finger with one finger. He originally wanted to hook it, but he didn't have the strength.
It hung in the air for a long time and could only hang down helplessly.
Suddenly, the man's finger moved and easily hooked her finger.
Song Xiang's eyes were hot, and he gently exerted force with his fingers.
"Don't...don't be angry..."
Yan Han turned around, looking down from a high position, his eyes were bloodshot, and he met her slightly flattering gaze with complicated emotions.
"I woke up when you counted to two. You have to keep your word..."
"Shut up." He sat down next to her and adjusted her oxygen mask. "Is it hard to talk while breathing?"
Song Xiang: "..."
She used her other fingers to spread his fingers apart one by one, and put her whole hand into his palm, and then she felt a little calmer.
"Where is this?"
"The small country near the Western Sea is not far from the imperial capital."
Song Xiang immediately understood, no wonder Li Ying was there too.
"How is brother Shiheng?" she asked with difficulty.
Yanhan frowned slightly and said, "It's more serious than you. I just got out of intensive care."
Song Xiang's heart sank, and she felt a deep sense of guilt. If she hadn't been implicated by them, Gong Shiheng wouldn't have suffered such an unreasonable disaster.
She opened her mouth and wanted to speak again, but Yan Han's eyes warned, "Don't speak."
"good……"
The man sat closer, held her hand tightly, and placed it on her cheek.
Probably because he thought her hands were a little cold, he carefully covered each of her fingers. When he saw the testing instruments, his eyebrows formed a hill.
The image came to mind, of the raging fire engulfing the hut, and almost instantly, she was buried inside.
His chest was so depressed that he kept frowning. The moment he lowered his eyes, hot liquid still fell from his eyes.
Song Xiang choked for breath, gasped for air, and struggled to speak: "Don't..."
He turned his face, his eyes were red, and interrupted her, "Don't talk, you are too tired."
Song Xiang responded in a muffled voice.
He held her hand, put it to his lips, kissed it softly, and said repressedly: "Don't do this kind of thing again, never do it in this life."
He never wanted to recall those days in his life. Almost as soon as he closed his eyes, her face and all kinds of terrible consequences would flash back. His whole person seemed to be hollowed out from the inside, and his soul was empty.
The room was very quiet, with only the beeping sound of the instrument and two faint choking sounds.
Song Xiang had never seen him look so fragile before. He was so distressed that he didn't dare to speak anymore. He could only use gentle pressure on his fingers to comfort him silently.
She won't know how to do it anymore. After dealing with Chu Xun, she will guard him peacefully from now on.
She looked at him carefully. There was a slight injury on her eyebrow bone. It looked like a burn. Although it was not big, it was shocking.