Wang Aoshuang looked at his unwarranted eyes and lowered his head secretly.
The tissues in the trash can were thrown into balls, each of which was covered with blood.
The wound was deep, and blood was pouring out one after another.
If there is no hemostatic medicine, it may be difficult to stop the blood, so Wang Aoshuang planned to go downstairs to buy some medicine.
As soon as I walked to the elevator entrance, I found Ling Ang standing next to the window not far away.
When he saw her, the color of his bright eyes sank deeply, but his face was like snow in the cold winter, and it was so cold that there was no trace of temperature.
Wang Aoshuang stood there a little embarrassedly. I don’t know if it was really a stranger or if he called him "Mr. Ling" out of politeness.
The two stood there quietly, and the atmosphere was extremely stuffy, as if the air was still.
With a "ding." The elevator arrived, breaking the silence.
Wang Aoshuang took the opportunity to walk in, quickly pressed the close button, and the elevator door slowly closed, finally isolated the suffocating atmosphere.
But her heart seemed to be missing a corner.
Her feet were bleeding, and even her shoes were covered in red. Even ordinary people would show a hint of pitiful look even when they saw it.
But just now he didn't even have a warm look, and he was always so cold.
His heart was so completely dead.
The moment the elevator door was about to be completely closed, a tough hand suddenly reached in, blocking the elevator door that was about to be closed.
Ling Ang stood in front of the elevator, with an unpredictable look on his face, looking at her faintly.
He strode in and said lightly: "I'll help you buy medicine."
Wang Aoshuang was stunned, and a warm feeling like spring breeze overflowed in his heart.
In fact, he was not as heartless as he thought, and he still cared about himself.
After arriving downstairs, he settled her into a Western restaurant near the company and went to a nearby pharmacy.
After a while, he was carrying a bag of medicine and a pair of shoes.
He put the thing on the table and spoke lightly: "Change your shoes after processing, change your shoes, your shoes are too bloody."
There was a silent relief lingering in her heart, and he was still so careful that he even bought the shoes for her.
She couldn't help but shout: "Ling Ang..."
"Don't have too many thoughts, this is just a habit, I haven't had time to change it yet." Ling Ang's voice was very clear, quiet without any emotion, as if he was talking to the air.
His deliberate departure made her heart very sad, but she still had a trace of expectation. She didn't believe that he had loved her so much, and that he would have no feelings for her.
"Ling Ang, you still care about me, right?" She tentatively tentatively.
If he still cares about her, she will say everything. If he doesn't care anymore...it doesn't make sense for her to say it anymore.
A subtle curve appeared on Ling Ang’s tough lips, but he didn’t smile, “You were wrong, what I care about the least is you.”
"I don't believe it. You once said that you would always love me." She couldn't help but grab his hand, but his palm was so cold and there was no warmth at all.
He shook her hand coldly and smiled a little dimly, "You said too, that was once... once..."
"You lied to me!" There was water vapor rising in her eyes.
"I don't need to lie to you, because the former Ling Ang is dead." His voice was so cold from beginning to end, as if it was locked, and there would be no change.