When her fingers touched the wound, the grainy touch made her scalp numb, and she was still frightened when she thought of the last sight of the fire.
Yan Han spoke to her for a while, then said she could eat some liquid food and asked her if there was anything she wanted to eat.
Song Xiang shook his head silently, "Whatever."
With him by my side, everything I eat is good.
Yan Han wanted to prepare it himself, but Song Xiang said he wanted to do some activities.
"Wait a little longer and get out of bed tomorrow."
"My body is about to deteriorate. Please push me out for a walk." She begged.
How could Yan Han refuse her tone? He went out to find a photoshoot to remove unnecessary tests, carefully took her off the bed and put her in a wheelchair.
"The medicine those people gave you was very strong. Although you suffered a lot, you recovered quickly. Shiheng's condition was more serious."
After leaving the room, Yan Han whispered a few words.
Song Xiang nodded and half-closed his eyes to adapt to the environment. When he turned the corner, he saw Li Ying standing in front of a large window in a room, clasping her hands together in a kowtow gesture.
Song Xiang thought she was praying for Gong Shiheng. Just as the wheelchair was approaching, she heard Li Ying speaking.
"Don't take it seriously. I just said, 'When my mother wakes up, I will lose three days of her life.' I was just joking. Don't take it seriously. Don't take it seriously. Amen~~"
Song Xiang: "..."
She laughed out loud, alarming Li Ying who was praying.
Li Ying stopped and saw that it was them. She laughed twice and moved to the side.
"Well, let me pray to Brother Shiheng."
"Well done." Yan Han praised.
Li Ying opened the window, "I'm not awake yet."
Yan Han pushed Song Xiang to the window, just enough to see the scene inside.
Xiao Sheng is not inside, and Gong Shiheng's body is covered with tubes, which is much more complicated than Song Xiang's just now.
"Have you told the palace family?"
"Of course not." Li Ying knelt down so that she was at the same height as Song Xiang, "He is the beloved son of Uncle Gong and his wife. They have the same life. If they knew his current situation, the Gong family would probably explode."
Song Xiang felt a tightness in her chest. She thought of how Gong Shiheng silently encouraged her to follow the plan that day in the dungeon even though he knew there was danger.
Just as she was thinking about it, the person behind her leaned over and covered the back of her hand with his palm.
She turned her face sideways and rubbed his chin.
Li Ying caught a glimpse of their interaction, curled her lips, turned to lie by the window and continued to look at Gong Shiheng.
Yan Han pushed Song Xiang to see Rong Boye again, pushed the door open and went in. Rong Boye was sitting under the window, half of his body bathed in sunlight.
"dad."
Song Xiang yelled before he opened his eyes.
The father and daughter face each other, both in wheelchairs, and the scene looks a bit sad.
Yan Han left the space for their father and daughter, and went outside to guard it.
"Why are you so brave this time?"
Song Xiang turned the wheels of the wheelchair little by little, arrived at Rong Boye's side, and said quietly: "I don't want to live in fear anymore, I want to live every day with him."
"You almost ruined the rest of your lives."
Rong Boye glanced in the direction of the severe cold outside and said, "The day I saw him, he almost went crazy."
Song Xiang could probably guess it, but hearing it from others still made him feel distressed.
"Never again."
"When you are healthy, get married as soon as possible." Rong Boye said.
Song Xiang was slightly surprised, "I thought dad wanted me to stay with you again."
"Are you going to stay with me without getting married?" Rong Boye asked with raised eyebrows.
Song Xiang was a little embarrassed, she really didn't fulfill her filial piety very much.