The early morning sun shone in the pink room. Youer opened her eyes and stroked her forehead drowsily. Her head hurt. What was going on? She remembered that she was driven out by Bingshan yesterday, and then went to find Feng Xiaoyu, and then her head hurt.
I was very dizzy and went to bed.
Her eyes gradually became clearer, and she saw the needle and white tape on her wrist, and a long infusion tube connected to the sling bottle at the bedside. Is she sick?
"Still uncomfortable?"
A gentle voice with a bit of awkwardness sounded in his ears. Only then did you see Nangong Yi sitting by the bed. His hair was a little messy and his face was slightly pale. He was still wearing the same clothes as yesterday. At this time
, has dried, only slight wrinkles and light water stains can be seen.
"Bingshan, why am I here?"
You'er touched her head and found it strange. This was obviously her room.
"Why did you lie to me?"
Nangong also looked at You'er who was thinking foolishly, and there was a trace of anger emanating from his tone.
"What?"
You'er was surprised. What was he talking about? He seemed very angry. She should be angry, okay? She was the one who was kicked out yesterday. Thinking of what happened last night, You'er could no longer calm down.
"Die Bingshan, this is your home. I don't know why I came back. Don't worry, I'll get out right now."
You'er yelled angrily and tried to pull off the needle and tape on her hand. Damn it, did she have a brain twitch? She was humiliated like that and yet she came back shamelessly.
"sorry--"
Someone stopped her movement and pulled her into his arms. A hoarse and broken voice sounded in her ears, which shocked You'er.
Her head was forced to rest on his shoulder, and her eyes were full of disbelief. Is the iceberg apologizing? Is the sun rising in the west or is the river flowing backward?
"Bingshan, your head is fine!"
You'er asked in a muffled voice, and suddenly a feeling of distress overflowed from the bottom of her heart. She thought she had a brain twitch, and she still felt distressed when someone treated her like that.
"That chain is my mother's relic. When she left, she only left this one, so I always carry it with me. With it by my side, I can feel that she is always accompanying me and looking at me."
Nangong Yi's hoarse and broken voice sounded softly in his ears. He spoke very slowly, but You'er knew that Bingshan was a person who was not good at expressing himself. How much courage it took to say these words. In his heart, he suddenly couldn't hate anymore.
I felt that even if he did something even more unforgivable than yesterday, it would still be excusable.