Cold-hearted young master and revenge bride

Lin Yiwan was surprised. She didn't mean to evoke his pain. She reached out and stroked his frown. She shook her head gently: "no, I'm proud. Don't do that. When I say this, I just have some feelings about the fate of Meng Yuqi. Although, he got such a result today, it can only be said that it was the net of heaven, but it was careless. However, although he tortured me for so many years and imprisoned me for so many years, after all, he really loved me. Although such love made me unable to bear, I can only say that he was also a poor man. "

Speaking of this, Lin Yiwan took a long breath and said: "proud of it, the past is gone. We don't want to think about it any more. The important thing is that in the future. I hope we can have a lot of future... "

Qi Aozhi looked at her eyes with a strong desire for life, nodded heavily, held her hand tightly, and said firmly: "Yiwan, we will have a lot of future! Believe in yourself, and believe that God will not be so cruel again. "

In front of the French window at the end of the hospital corridor, the tall figure of a man stood there motionless. Against the night outside the window and the open corridor, he looked very lonely and heavy. If it wasn't for the smoke between his fingertips and the blue smoke ring rising in the air, people would suspect that it was a sculpture.

It's already very late at night, or rather, it's almost early in the morning. So, this is supposed to be the corridor of the noisy inpatient department of the hospital. At this time, it will be so quiet.

Qi Aozhi picked up the cigarette at his fingertips. The cigarette was almost burning to the end. He took a heavy puff and threw it on the ground. Then, he immediately fumbled to take out the cigarette box from his pocket and prepared to light another one. Only when he took out the cigarette box did he find that it was empty. He frowned, crumpled the cigarette box into a ball and threw it into the trash can around him.

How many cigarettes is this tonight? He has no concept. He has been with Yiwan, watching her slowly fall asleep, but he didn't feel sleepy. Tomorrow morning is the day of Yiwan's operation. He is in front of her and never dare to reveal any weakness in his heart. All he can give her is courage, strength and determination to win. However, only he knows how scared and weak he is at the bottom of his heart. She is no one else. She is the woman he loves with his whole heart and all his soul in his life.

But tomorrow's operation is so dangerous, so dangerous that there is only a little hope, and the greater possibility is... He does not dare to think about it any more, he raises his hand and presses his temple heavily... This world is too cruel, why should Yiwan bear so much suffering and torture alone, she is so weak, So beautiful... He put his head heavily against the lattice of the French window. There was a sharp pain in his heart. Tomorrow, a tomorrow with hope, which made him hope never to come. If only time could stay in today forever, her condition would not worsen, and she would not have to do the operation that was not certain. He and she were hand in hand and had no regrets.

However, "tomorrow" will come as promised.

When Xu Jia came to the hospital, the talent was just bright. Although she came home from the hospital early last night, she tossed and turned in bed all night and couldn't sleep at all, just because today is the day of Lin Yiwan's operation, which is a day of life and death for elder brother Qi.