Xu Shuyan seemed to just say something casually and then continued to do her own thing.
Song Xiang turned away, wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes with his fingertips, turned around, and took out the peace charm from his pocket.
She took Xu Shuyan's hand and placed the peace charm in Xu Shuyan's palm.
Xu Shuyan's eyes flickered, her calm eyes moved, she looked at the thing in her palm, and then she looked up at Song Xiang.
"It's for Xiang Xiang." Song Xiang said hoarsely.
Xu Shuyan smiled, stuffed the peace charm into the pillow, and murmured repeatedly: "For Xiangxiang, for Xiangxiang, Xiangxiang is good..."
Song Xiang gritted his teeth, feeling that he would suffocate if he stayed there.
She stood up and saw the white hair on Xu Shuyan's head, and her eyes turned red again.
She suppressed her emotions and turned around, but Xu Shuyan suddenly grabbed her hand.
"Get dressed..."
Song Xiang's voice was stuck in his throat, and when he saw Xu Shuyan's simple smile, he felt bitter in his heart.
After nodding several times in succession, Xu Shuyan slowly let go of her hand.
My feet were weak, so I slowly took two steps back, turned around suddenly, quickly opened the door to the room, and ran out as if I was running away.
When I got outside, I was breathing heavily.
The thing pressing on my chest was shattered into dregs. Although my heart felt relieved, it was also riddled with holes. It really hurt.
"Miss Song, the young master is waiting outside." The bodyguard approached and reminded.
Song Xiang woke up from a dream and remembered that there was someone waiting for him outside.
He took a long, deep breath and trotted outside.
The bodyguard followed her and could only start running.
Arriving at the entrance of the hospital, Yan Han stood beside the car, his body surrounded by the halo of the street lights, and a golden glow fell on his shoulders.
When he saw Song Xiang running out, he thought something had happened and immediately strode towards her direction.
The distance between them was getting closer and closer, but Song Xiang suddenly opened his arms and hugged the stranger.
Yan Han was stunned, and the two bodyguards running behind him were also stunned. They touched the back of their heads and exited the scene knowingly.
"What's wrong?"
Song Xiang breathed a sigh of relief, "It's okay, I just want to hug you."
Yan Han was silent and said nothing, holding her in his arms and standing at the door of the hospital.
People were coming and going around, and some were secretly taking photos.
Song Xiang was suddenly stabbed by a flash of light and quickly let go of Yan Han.
The person who took the secret photo was startled, and when he noticed the stern and cold eyes, he ran away.
"Go back..." Song Xiang pulled Yan Han's sleeve.
Yan Han put his arm around her and helped her get into the car.
It's close to seven o'clock, it's dinner time.
When we arrived at the villa, the housekeeper and a bunch of people were guarding outside.
After getting out of the car, Song Xiang looked at the circle of people and felt inexplicably like going home.
When we arrived at the main house, we had a simple dinner and then went upstairs to freshen up.
Looking in the mirror, she remembered that her hair had not been taken care of for a long time, and it was a mess, making it difficult for people to look energetic.
She wanted the housekeeper to help find a set of hairdressing tools, and she planned to cut it herself.
The housekeeper said he would look for it and asked her to wait in the room.
Song Xiang returned to the room and sat there for a while. He heard the sound of a car outside, and it seemed like someone was coming.
She pushed the door open and went out, standing at the railing and looking down, she happened to meet Wang Zheng's eyes as she walked in.
"Hello~" Wang Zheng raised his head to greet her, followed by two assistants.
Song Xiang was surprised. When he turned around, Yan Han just walked out of the study.
"Did you invite Miss Wang?"
She just wanted to get a haircut, so inviting Wang Zheng to come would be too exciting.