"I didn't hit him. I'm not mentally ill. This is false. I haven't seen a psychiatrist. This is false..."
The words Ye Lancheng murmured in his sleep were still the same ones that Ye Lancheng had heard before. From the beginning of grievance, he gradually became angry and unwilling.
"I didn't kill you, Sihan, I didn't, I didn't hit you..."
An Zhisu's voice became more and more painful, and Ye Lancheng finally couldn't punish her calmly. He came over and wiped her tears with his slender fingers. His indifferent voice contained rare tenderness.
"Okay, it's okay."
These five simple words, without any unnecessary comfort, miraculously calmed down An Zhisu in his nightmares. His hands seemed to have magic, able to drive away the demons and ghosts in his nightmares, and An Zhisu could always be calmed down.
Su woke up from the nightmare.
When An Zhisu woke up, what he saw was Ye Lancheng. His handsome face was as indifferent as water, looking at her calmly like every night. An Zhisu just opened his eyes, he was still a little confused, and pouted: "Ye Lancheng
, why aren’t you sleeping yet?”
She muttered and rolled towards the other side of the bed, meaning to give up half of the bed to Ye Lancheng. As you can imagine, the beds in the hospital are all for single people. When she rolled like this, half of her body was suspended in the air. If it weren't for
Ye Lancheng grabbed her, and she could throw herself down in the next second.
An Zhisu exclaimed and rolled back. When she looked at Ye Lancheng again, her big eyes showed fear and guilt. She silently twitched the arm held by Ye Lancheng, not once or twice.
Come out, just slowly shrink yourself under the quilt like a turtle.
"Are you awake?" The tenderness in Ye Lancheng's tone disappeared, replaced by his usual indifference.
An Zhisu really wanted to pretend to be asleep again, but after considering the possibility, he gave up. Then he nodded timidly and smiled in a flattering manner: "Good evening."
"I don't think you're doing well now." Ye Lancheng pulled her out of the quilt with a little tug: "Lie down!"
Just like when An Zhisu heard the instructor's slogan during military training in college, he immediately followed the instructions, turned over and lay down neatly, and pulled the quilt up to his neck, leaving only his head exposed.
Ye Lancheng shook the head of the bed to raise her slightly, and then sat on the edge of the bed without speaking.
An Zhisu rolled his eyes several times, glanced at the water glass on the cabinet several times, and licked his lips from time to time.
I'm so thirsty and want to drink water, but I don't dare to tell how to break it?
Ye Lancheng had noticed her little movements and eyes long ago, but he just pretended not to notice and sat silently, his eyes as cold as moonlight.
An Zhisu pursed his lips again, and then quickly glanced at Ye Lancheng. Seeing that he seemed to have no intention of paying attention to her, An Zhisu carefully opened a corner of the quilt and planned to get out of bed to get a drink of water.
"Didn't you tell me that I wanted to drink water? Didn't you know that I had a concussion?" Ye Lancheng was angry and reached out to push her back.
"Concussion? Is it so serious?" An Zhisu opened his mouth and shook his head like a puppy. He felt really dizzy and a little nauseous.
Ye Lancheng was angry again, because she rolled down the stairs, and a group of people were worried. She herself looked like she didn't know what to do, and Ye Lancheng was about to control the ancient power in her body and beat her wife.
An Zhisu was frightened by Ye Lancheng's expression, and quickly covered his head and pretended to be pitiful: "Ye Lancheng, don't be mean to me, I have a headache."
Ye Lancheng:......
Ye Lancheng felt that sooner or later he would die young and was furious.
After taking a deep breath, Ye Lancheng stood up and poured her a glass of water. An Zhisu pretended to be pitiful, holding the glass of water like a little white rabbit, and drank in small sips.
An Zhisu didn't know how she was sent to the hospital and how Ye Lancheng found out. What she was most worried about now was not that Ye Lancheng was angry, but where He Siyi was. But she really didn't have the courage to ask Ye Lancheng about this.
She drank up a glass of water just thinking about it. She bit the rim of the glass unconsciously, still thinking about He Siyi.
She had never met He Siyi back then. At that time, she was inexplicably labeled as mentally ill and was quickly sent to a mental hospital. She asked Song Jiaren to inquire about He Siyi, and Song Jiaren said that the An family gave her a sum of money.
, enough for her to live a worry-free life.
Although An Zhisu didn't like what the An family did at that time, as if she was really the murderer of He Sihan, she had no way to clarify herself. In addition, He Sihan was dead and there was no one to support He Siyi. With that money, He Siyi could at least
Live a little better.
Although An Zhisu didn't know how much money the An family gave He Siyi, he thought it would be no less. With so much money in hand, how could He Siyi live in such a miserable life and rent in such a dilapidated house.
An Zhisu couldn't figure it out, and the more she thought about it, the more her head hurt, and the rim of the cup made a squeaking sound when she bit it.
"Are you so hungry? You don't even let go of the glass?" Ye Lancheng looked at her with cold eyes.
An Zhisu:......
An Zhisu suddenly came back to his senses, quickly put the cup back, and smiled: "I'm just a little bored, what, can we go home?"
"Can't." Ye Lancheng threw her two words away.
"Why? I think I'm fine." An Zhisu shook his arms and legs to show that he was fine all over.
Ye Lancheng glanced at her head: "Concussion requires observation overnight."
An Zhisu opened his eyes and muttered: "It's not necessary."
"Ha... you think you're fine?" Ye Lancheng sneered, crossing his arms and looking at her.
"It's okay." An Zhisu raised his hand and assured: "I think I won't feel dizzy even if I do two somersaults now."
"Very good." Ye Lancheng gritted his teeth and bit out these two words: "Then explain it. If you go out to meet someone, you can show yourself to the hospital. I would like to know how you do it."
I also want to know.
An Zhisu complained in her heart, what can she do? She is helpless, okay? Who knows why she met He Siyi and Yang Xi by chance.
"Well... I suddenly felt a little dizzy again." An Zhisu decided to pretend to be dead, covered his head and started to pretend to be weak again.
"Then rest." Ye Lancheng didn't expose her, and shook the bed for her again.
An Zhisu asked tangledly: "Aren't you going to leave?"
"Where to go?" Ye Lancheng asked.
"Go home, I don't need a chaperone. If anything happens, I'll just call the nurse. You have to go to work tomorrow, so go back and get some rest early." An Zhisu praised his wit and coaxed Ye Lancheng away first.
Ye Lancheng's face darkened, and his cold eyes exuded a dangerous aura.
An Zhisu panicked and quickly retracted his neck into the quilt, then quickly closed his eyes: "I'm going to sleep."
She said she was sleeping, but not long after she woke up, she couldn't sleep, and she was pretentious. Her mind was filled with He Siyi's face, and the more she thought about it, the more upset she became. After a while, An Zhisu heard the news.
There was the sound of undressing, and she quickly opened her eyes and saw that Ye Lancheng had lifted up the quilt and lay down.