"Miss An, of course you are Mr. Yan's only one. Other women are just flowers in the water. In this case, why not remedy this matter and make Mr. Yan feel that you are innocent and forgive you. That is the most important thing. You are making trouble.
Being stiff will do you no good."
Sister Ji reminded her calmly and continued, "Of course, Miss An is as smart as you, so you have your own ideas. There is no need to listen to my nonsense. I'm busy. This information is really important. I didn't expect that,
Mr. Yan doesn't care about this information at all, but is concerned about An Xia's injury."
Yan Shaodi ran through countless red lights along the way before sending An Xia to the hospital. He did not dare to take risks and could only send An Xia to the nearest hospital.
The doctor saw An Xia's hand and said in surprise, "Fortunately, I came here a minute earlier, otherwise this hand would have been destroyed. It happened to hit her tendon and almost broke it."
An Xia was in so much pain that she couldn't speak. After hearing these words, she suddenly raised her head, with an indescribable vulnerability in her eyes.
Emperor Yan held her face and said to her with a tenderness she had never seen before, "You will be fine. As long as I am here, you will definitely be fine."
He looked at the doctor coldly and asked in an intimidating manner, "Just tell me if she can be cured." If she couldn't be cured, he would let the hospital bury An Xia with her.
The young man in front of him had an overwhelming sense of elegance. The doctor was stunned for a moment, then nodded affirmatively, "Fortunately, I was on duty when she met her. She must be fine."
"Then, save her!"
An Xia's consciousness became more and more blurred. In the haze, she seemed to hear his voice coming from near to far, and then from far to near. It was no longer cold, but the same domineering, "An Xia, you will be fine. Just give me
Hold on!"
She wanted to respond to him, but she had no strength at all. That damn pain, the increasingly cold temperature, why is this damn hospital so cold?
…
After the anesthetic wore off, she felt pain in her sleep, as if she was in a hot, dry desert. Her throat was so hoarse and dry that she couldn't help but groan.
So thirsty.
Where is the water source?
She ran as hard as she could, trying to find the direction of the water, but the more she ran, she could only see the vast desert with no direction. She looked around in horror.
There is really no one, why is she the only one?
Where is Xiaoya, where is Yan Shaodi?
Why did they leave her alone in this terrible desert.
"Xiaoya!"
"Emperor Yan Shao!"
She ran as hard as she could, shouting their names at the top of her lungs.
With a "bang", she fell down on the hot sand, her hands felt a sharp pain, she screamed, and she suddenly opened her eyes and met a pair of dark eyes.
Yan Shaodi touched the cold sweat on An Xia's forehead and frowned slightly, "What's wrong? Does it hurt?" He stayed with her here all night, and she had nightmares all night and screamed for him desperately.
Name, aware of her dependence on him, he felt a little guilty for her in his heart.
It was the first time that Yan Shaodi had such damn feelings for another woman except his mother.
He doesn't like this feeling.
From the day his mother died, when he was bought on the black market and almost beaten to death, he told himself to be cold-hearted and never have any weaknesses.
As long as there is a weakness, it will give his enemies an opportunity to threaten him.