Lying Cinderella: Mask of Pandora

All the bodyguards rushed over and tried to drive them away. Lin Luowei found Ye Lingyin's bloody severed finger on the ground and put it in his pocket, and then the four of them were pushed out by the bodyguards.

Outside the mourning hall, Liao Zhu couldn't help crying. Ayane's hands were so beautiful, with slender and fair knuckles. She knew that Ayane could play the piano, but now her finger was broken...

She can no longer play the piano, and she is no longer so perfect. Her future acting skills may also be affected...

"Ayane, does it hurt? Don't be afraid, we'll go to the hospital right now."

Wiping her tears, Liao Zhu trotted to keep up with Lin Luowei's pace, while Lin Luowei put her arms around Ye Lingyin's shoulders, and walked towards the parking lot at a faster pace.The corners of his eyes were bruised, his hair was messy, and there was dust on his clothes.He had never been so embarrassed before, but at this moment, his whole heart was tied to Ye Lingyin, and he didn't care about his injury at all.

Send Ye Lingyin to the car safely, Liao Jinpei drives, Liao Zhu sits in the passenger seat, Lin Luowei and Ye Lingyin sit in the back row.

Ye Yayin remained silent, her body was limp and slumped on the car door, her face was pale, and her forehead was constantly sweating because of the severe pain.

Lin Luowei's heart ached beyond words. He would rather see Ye Lingyin's sour face than see her get hurt.He wiped the sweat from Ye Lingyin's forehead with a paper towel, she turned her face slightly to avoid him, because she was too weak, her movements were minimal, but even so, Lin Luowei noticed, how stinging this movement was, it was more painful than he had imagined. It still hurts after so many fists.

Lin Luowei's hand froze in the air, he slowly withdrew his hand, lowered his eyes, clenched his fist, and the tissue was crumpled into a ball by him.

Ye Lingyin asked him suddenly: "What are you doing here?"

Lin Luowei subconsciously said, "I'm worried about you..."

Ye Lingyin didn't speak, but the corners of her mouth curled up, which wasn't considered friendly.

Lin Luowei ignored the sarcasm on her face and asked, "Do you want to call the police?"

"No!" Ye Lingyin didn't think about it, she covered her lower abdomen with her bloody hands, the blood loss caused her lips to lose their color.

Lin Luowei frowned, "Why didn't you call the police? Cheng Jiayi did it intentionally!"

Ye Lingyin glanced at Lin Luowei, her eyes were empty, and her voice seemed to come from the clouds: "But he is Ke Yunze's father..."

Lin Luowei felt a pain in his heart, he was suddenly speechless, and the carriage was eerily quiet.

Speaking of which, they were all wrong, but they were all pitiful.

Lin Aochuan who lost Yao Moqi...

Cheng Jiayi who lost his son...

Ye Lingyin who lost Ke Yunze...

Losing Ruirui himself...

Liao Jinpei drove very fast, and when they arrived at the hospital, they immediately sent Ye Lingyin to the emergency room, but the damage to his finger was too great to be brought back.

The doctor treated Ye Lingyin's wound and bandaged it up. In order to prevent infection, he prescribed some anti-inflammatory liquid, which needed immediate infusion.

But Ye Lingyin pushed Lin Luowei away, and said palely, "I don't want to get an injection, I want to go home!"

Lin Luowei frowned: "You are injured, you must get an injection!" Then, his tone softened, as if he was praying, "Don't be willful."

Ye Lingyin looked at the bottle in the nurse's hand, was silent for a few seconds, then turned around, "I want to go to the bathroom."

Lin Luowei was worried, and patted Liao Zhu on the shoulder, signaling her to follow.