Xiang Qinglan lay on Qing Qing's back and looked at the road in front of him. Everyone was looking at them. There was a special determination in the man's extremely stubborn eyes. Only when he looked back at the woman on his back, his eyes flashed.
There was a touch of tenderness, an extremely touching tenderness.
She didn't want him to carry it, but Qing insisted on it. After two days without eating, would he still have the strength? She closed her eyes and lay on Qing's body. The wind blew up a strand of hair on her forehead.
Silk, she knew that they had left the hospital. The air without disinfectant was really good.
A car whizzed by. Qing stood there, looking at the car from a distance. His eyes began to darken slightly. He pursed his lips tightly and held Qinglan tightly with his hands, walking calmly.
They walked towards their home. Although it was not big, it was a very warm home.
But he didn't see that at this time, Xiang Qinglan was also looking at the direction of the car leaving, her eyes became a little hazy, she buried her face in Qing's shoulder, although she only had a glimpse of the car, she
But she recognized the car, and with just one glance, she saw the people sitting inside, her ex-husband, and the new woman he was holding in his hands.
They really have nothing to do with each other anymore, and her heart doesn't seem to hurt that much anymore.
"Lan, although I don't have a car, I will still take you home," Qing's voice suddenly came, with such a firm tone, not a hint of weakness.
Xiang Qinglan hugged Qing's neck tightly, and a faint smile appeared on her lips. "Qing, do you know, in fact, I don't need a car, I just have a home and a relative."
And you are already.
When they walked back to their home, it was already an hour later, and when they opened the door, everything was the same as it was two days ago, nothing had changed, it was still the same as when they left.
Just like a dream, the worrying and panic-inducing two days have finally passed.
Qing carefully placed Xiang Qinglan on the bed, so cautiously that he was afraid of hurting her again. He knew that her injuries were not healed yet, and it was all his fault. If he could be more careful, she would
He won't be injured or admitted to the hospital.
Xiang Qinglan reached out and caressed her clear and pale face. The distress and self-blame on his face made her heart feel as if it had been stabbed by a sharp needle. It hurt very much.
It's none of your business. She said it silently, without any sound, but Qing knew what she was talking about.
"Qing, you're so dirty. You love to be clean. This won't be very uncomfortable." She stretched out her hand and stroked his obviously messy hair. The sweat from his forehead was stained between her fingers.
She, he must be very tired.
"Yeah," he nodded, pulled up the quilt and covered Xiang Qinglan's body without any explanation, and walked into the bathroom. He didn't like that he was dirty, and Lan didn't like it either.
The bathroom door closed gently, and Xiang Qinglan sat up with some effort. She breathed softly, put her hand on her chest, and slowly walked out of bed. She walked step by step,
Although she was very tired, she did not stop or take a step until she walked into the kitchen and leaned against the wall. She released her hand on her chest and closed her eyes. There was a lot of pain on her chest.
It was boring, but she could still bear it.
Opening the refrigerator, there were not many things in the refrigerator, and they were not very fresh, but they were enough for her. There were dishes that she had prepared for a long time. She smiled. It turned out that there were so many, and they could eat them well.
Paused.
However, her movements were much slower than usual. She was a patient, a very seriously ill patient, but she knew that there was another patient here.