It was only a few steps, but it was extremely difficult.
When I was about to approach the ambulance, my body was pulled forcefully into a broad and warm embrace... It was such a familiar smell, such a familiar feeling!
A pair of warm hands held the back of Xiaodie's head and pressed her tightly against his chest.
Xiaodie saw Wen Shijue's face, which was wet from the rain and looked a bit pale, and said happily: "Wen Shijue, why did you come back now? Do you know how worried I am?"
The rain seemed to fall into her eyes, blurring her vision.
"What are you doing out here? Come in quickly!" Wen Shijue's eyes were full of heartache. He protected Xiaodie by his side and walked into the hall.
The injured person next to him was also carried out of the ambulance, surrounded by several nurses, and walked towards the hall.
Wen Shijue pulled Xiaodie aside, but Xiaodie's eyes were attracted to the person on the stretcher whose face was blurred by blood. She was holding a mobile phone tightly in her bloody hand. There was a pendant on the mobile phone, which was a pink
little bow!
In this world, there is only one person who can hang such a bow as a decoration on his mobile phone...
Wen Shijue felt Xiaodie in his arms trembling with a frequency that was close to collapse. He couldn't help but hold Xiaodie tighter and said with concern: "I'll take you up! It's too cold here!"
Xiaodie looked at the bloody bow in horror, her whole body stiffened, and she couldn't find her voice to answer Wen Shijue.
Breaking away from Wen Shijue's arms, Xiaodie rushed toward the stretcher, but she couldn't keep up with the steps of the doctor and nurse. Xiaodie stumbled and fell to the ground.
"Xiaodie, what's wrong with you?" Wen Shijue hugged Xiaodie's body that was shaking like a fallen leaf, and asked worriedly.
Xiaodie's eyesight went dark for a while, and she looked at the place where the stretcher disappeared, trying hard to gather her thoughts, but her eyesight still went black, and she fainted in Wen Shijue's arms.
A week later, in the Wen family's mansion.
Wen Shijue was wearing off-white home clothes, and his eyes full of pity fell on Xiaodie. Xiaodie's face was half-cast, a little in a trance.
"I'll take you out to play today!" Wen Shijue said with some worry. Ever since Xiaodie passed out in the hospital last time, she has been in a state of depression all day long, and she is nothing like the lively Hei Xiaodie before.
"Aren't you going to work?" Xiaodie raised her pale and thin face and looked at Wen Shijue in front of her, but she couldn't hide the sadness in her eyes.
"It depends on you when I go to work!" Wen Shijue stretched out his hand, pulled Xiaodie, sat on his lap, and hugged her.
"What are you looking at me for?" Xiaodie sat sideways meekly, not understanding what Wen Shijue meant.
"When will you be in a good mood, then I can go to work with peace of mind!" Wenwen Shijue took Xiaodie's slightly cold hand over and wrapped it in his own.
Xiaodie lowered her head and said nothing, but she was still in a low mood. She seemed to have become an unlucky person, and whoever got involved would be unlucky. Fei'er was the same, and so was Madam Black.
Thinking of Madam Black's bloody appearance, Xiaodie felt a sharp pain in her heart.
"It's all over! It was an accident, and there was nothing anyone could do!" Wen Shijue noticed Xiaodie's sadness and consoled him.
Wen Shijue was holding Xiaodie and basking in the sun in the yard, healing Xiaodie's psychological injuries. Zhao's mother came over and said that Tong Sheng from the Shen family was here.