The cold safety buckle was pressed against her skin. Song Xiang raised her hand and held it gently.
Yan Han stood behind her and said, "Go back and change to a stronger rope."
Song Xiang was still at a loss. He lowered his head and saw something on his neck, and seemed to feel that his soul had settled.
"From now on, nothing will bother you anymore." The man hugged her from behind and gently kissed the side of her face.
Song Xiang responded with a muffled voice, turned around with difficulty, and hugged Yan Han's neck.
"Don't you believe it?"
"Let's give it a try. If it works, I will renovate this Buddhist temple next year."
Song Xiang sniffed and buried her face in the crook of his neck, staying close to him without moving.
After a long time, it became a little warm, so she relaxed a little.
"There are so many people down there, do you still want to go and offer incense?"
Song Xiang nodded, "I'll just go down and buy some incense and put it in the incense pool at the back."
Yan Han glanced down, not trusting her to go alone, so he led her down.
There were many people down there who recognized him as the one who had just burned incense. There were young people who came with the old man. They were easily recognized. Many of them secretly took photos with their mobile phones.
Song Xiang quickly finished offering the incense, then went to the Buddhist hall next door to ask for a peace charm and carefully put it in his pocket.
It's getting late, so if we drive back now, we can still return to the Imperial Capital before dark.
After getting in the car, Song Xiang leaned against Shun Han and fell asleep quickly.
Yan Han had experienced that she couldn't wake her up when she fell asleep, so he subconsciously held her hand throughout the whole process, always calling her once or twice until he got a response.
When we arrived at the imperial capital, it was already dark.
Song Xiang woke up with excitement, looked out the window, and insisted on seeing Xu Shuyan.
"We'll go tomorrow." Yan Han felt sorry for her, but within three days, his face had become as haggard as that of a seriously ill person.
Song Xiang shook his head, "We can't postpone it until tomorrow. We have to have a good time tomorrow."
With this person by her side, she didn't want to waste another day, going to see Xu Shuyan to digest all her emotions.
Yan Han pursed his lips and remained silent. He glanced forward and said, "Go to the hospital."
"yes."
The car changed direction and headed all the way towards the hospital.
When they arrived at the place, Song Xiang got out of the car, looked at Yan Han and said, "I'll go by myself."
"……good."
Yan Han did not move, but the two bodyguards got out of the car and followed Song Xiang into the hospital from a distance.
In the inpatient department at night, the air conditioner was turned on fully and it was cool everywhere.
Song Xiang put his hand into his pocket and held the triangular peace talisman. It was like a movie playing in his mind, and the scenes that flashed through his mind were all scenes of getting along with Xu Shuyan.
My heart hurts so much that I can't breathe.
The only person in the world who had a blood connection with her became a stranger overnight.
When she walked to the door of the ward, the nurse just came out. Song Xiang greeted the nurse and walked in.
Xu Shuyan was sitting on the sofa, putting pillowcases on her pillows. Her expression was normal and she looked a little better than the previous few days.
When she heard the noise, she raised her head and glanced at Song Xiang, but there was no big reaction.
Song Xiang sat down next to her, and she turned her head and smiled at Song Xiang, but said nothing.
The tip of Song Xiang's nose felt sour, she raised her hand, tucked the hair hanging down on her mother's cheek behind her ear, and called her mother carefully in her heart.
Xu Shuyan stopped and looked at her again.
"It's already early than the beginning of autumn, so remember to wear more clothes."
Song Xiang was startled and took a look at his body. He was indeed very thin.