Chapter 217: Master is injured: I'll pass right away
Butler Zhang's voice gradually became lower. It was obviously a normal thing to say, but every word he said was like a sharp knife, piercing deeply into her body, piercing her completely.
Her face instantly turned pale, ashen, and there was no longer any look in her eyes. Her heart hurt as if it were being torn apart. The bloody facts were once again spread out in front of her. All the pictures were so clear.
, as if it just happened before your eyes.
"Go away——, don't let me see you again——"
The man's distorted face and stern scolding are still so clear.
"Qin Zhiyuan, I'm going to get out of here. From this moment on, I'm not your daughter, and you're not my father -"
Turning around in despair, shouting hysterically.
That little white figure, that stubborn and arrogant girl, turned around decisively and never looked back.
The wound that she once thought had been completely sealed in the corner would start to drip with blood just as if it were gently mentioned. It turned out that she had not forgotten it. She had never forgotten it. How could such a serious injury be forgotten so easily.
She remembered that day, she cried all night in the woods, and Huangfu Ming stayed with her there holding an umbrella all night. Not a drop of rainwater touched her body.
She was already soaked, but she still maintained her position, motionless.
The girl with tears on her face was shocked when she saw the boy. She didn't know there was someone there, and she didn't want people to see her vulnerability, but when did the person in front of her come here.
"roll--"
The girl stood up in shock, pushed the boy away, and the umbrella in the boy's hand fell to the ground. The next moment, the boy fell stiffly to the ground. Only then did she realize that the boy's face was as pale as death, and the hand holding the umbrella still remained unchanged.
In that posture.
All the memories came flooding back, and she couldn't control them. She could only let the pictures flow out one by one, like the editing of a movie, slowly and clearly presented in front of her.
"Where is it? I'll go there right now -"
The voice without any emotion was like a puppet, losing all its vitality. She owed him something and had to pay it back. Did he want to remind her like this?
"City People's Hospital, do you want me to send someone to pick you up?"
The mobile phone was thrown aside, but Butler Zhang's voice could still be heard intermittently, but Youer could no longer hear anything and didn't want to hear anything.