He held her hand tightly, put it to his lips and kissed her softly. Cold tears slid down his handsome face and fell into her warm and smooth palm.
"Azi, I will take you out of the hospital. From now on, I will stay with you every day. I will not let you be alone again."
His answer was still the same silence.
Holding her hand and watching the servant lift everything down, Murong Qingzhen gave Jiang Zimo a soft and doting smile. He stretched out his hand to tidy up the hair on her forehead. Fortunately, he got used to it.
He was used to her like this, used to talking to her like this to communicate with her, used to looking at her for fear of missing an expression of hers, he was so afraid that she would cry alone in her dark world, alone, and would not come out again.
.
If there was a faint sigh, the servant opened the door and got out of the car, took out the wheelchair from the back compartment and placed it beside the door. Then he slowly opened the door. Murong Qingzhen looked at Jiang Zimo's profile. He treated it like a fragile treasure.
She was gently lifted out of the back seat and placed in the wheelchair.
They walked to a white fence-shaped wooden door covered with red and enchanting roses that resembled a dreamland. He leaned over and whispered in her ear: "Azi, this is our new home, a home that only belongs to us. Look at it."
,Like it?"
Straightening up, Murong Qingzhen closed her eyes and took a breath of fresh air. There was a healthy and fragrant sweet floral fragrance in the air. This was the smell of the garden where he and she often played when they were children. After so long, after so many years
, he originally thought that he had forgotten this smell long ago, but he did not expect that it was not like that. In his heart, he could never erase her presence...
Opening his eyes, opening the small white wooden door, Murong Qingzhen pushed Jiang Zimo into the real Dream Manor...
Standing in front of you is a small, exquisite European-style white western-style building. It is not high, with only two floors, but it is very elegant. The white walls are also covered with vines, and the blooming roses are lovely and moving.
In front of the small white villa is a large courtyard. The courtyard is divided into several areas with white wooden fences. One side is filled with dozens of flowers of various colors, exuding a fresh fragrance, and there is a place for resting on the other side.
White swing, small round table, wicker chairs, parasol...
For this bustling city, this place is like a paradise... Murong Qingzhen specially created it for Jiang Zimo, a paradise that only belongs to them.
Maybe it was because of a change of environment, maybe it was because of a miracle. In short, after moving into this small villa, Jiang Zimo's health began to improve gratifyingly.
Under Murong Qingzhen's gentle care, she began to get rid of the assistance of the wheelchair, and gently took steps forward like a normal person.
Because Murong Qingzhen had to take care of her, he put down the work of Murong Group one after another. Later, he paid a lot of money to hire a professional manager to serve as CEO.
Otherwise, he would not have so much time to spend with Jiang Zimo.
He was confident that Jiang Zimo would definitely return to his former self.
But he didn't know that Jiang Zimo was no longer the same Jiang Zimo as before.
On this day, Ying Bailu and Chen Feiyan came to visit her. These few best friends of hers were also frequent visitors to the hospital. They knew even more about Jiang Zimo's condition than Murong Qingyi.