my husband is a killer

Chapter 120 I Just Hope You Are Well 6
He immediately turned to pull the door again, but he still couldn't help but look back at her!

She lay quietly on the snow-white bed, like a sculpture forgotten in the ice and snow, her black hair spread out like seaweed, which made her complexion as pale as ice crystals, but in a few days, her face became thinner again , both cheeks are sunken, and the chin is getting sharper!

The liquid in the medicine bottle flowed into her weak body drop by drop. It seemed that only with that supply could she continue to breathe weakly!

Just looking at it like that, the pity and self-blame in his heart suddenly surged like a tsunami, which almost made him unable to breathe, and the hand that was turning the doorknob could no longer move!

Having received the most cold-blooded and cruel training, he has long learned to ignore the pain of others, but the one lying there is not others, but Lan Jiao, the one who keeps crying for him, keeps forcing himself to be strong, keeps giving in, keeps making compromises, and even The woman he can be desperate for is also the one he swore he would never let her get hurt again!He can ignore everyone's pain, but how can he not care about her pain?
Shocked by such heartache, all vigilance was thrown behind him for an instant, and he involuntarily took a step towards her, sat on the stool by the bed, and held one of her hands.

The exposed snow arm was covered with bruises and purple fingernail marks. He remembered that in the car just now, she had rejected everything from him so weakly and resolutely. Was she trying to maintain consciousness just to reject him?How could she care so much about those words?
He gently put her hand to his lips, kissed those scars lightly, finally there was no longer concealed pain in his deep voice:
"Lanjiao, are you taking revenge on me? Do you think I'm really hard-hearted and can really be indifferent? Saying those words, do you think my heart doesn't hurt? Am I abusing you, or... are you abusing me?" ?”

The sound seemed to be blown off by the wind, scattered intermittently in this quiet emergency ward!
In the emergency ward in the middle of the night, there was no one else but them, and only one light in the distance was turned on.
Only in this deserted place, only under this dim light, only when facing her unconscious, can he dare to take off his mask, no longer able to pretend that he doesn't care, no longer able to hide his inner longing, stared for a long time.

(End of this chapter)