Drifting Towards You

"Like it?" Li Mubai asked.

"En." Xia Feise nodded, feeling a little happy when she thought of it.

Li Mubai chuckled, "I can say if I like it."

Xia Feise's cheeks burned a bit, and said slowly: "Well, I like you."

"So behaved today." Li Mubai said softly, as if he was in a good mood.

Xia Feise hesitated for a few seconds, but couldn't help but said, "She... is she okay?"

Speaking of Han Jingrong, Li Mubai's face sank again: "Well, I'm out of danger and haven't woken up yet."

"That's good."

After hanging up the phone, Li Mubai looked at the woman in the hospital bed and said nothing.

He came long ago to say a few words to her, but he didn't expect that she hadn't woken up even though she had escaped from the dangerous person.

The woman on the bed has exquisite features, but she is paler than her usual beauty. The sunlight projected into the window, which looks almost transparent, and only makes people feel particularly fragile.

Feng Yikun stayed here for one night, but didn't say much when he saw Li Mubai coming over.

Li Mubai had been waiting for more than two hours. Seeing that she hadn't been awake, he couldn't help but feel a little irritable. He got up and went to the smoking room to smoke a cigarette.

But not long after he left, Han Jingrong slowly opened her eyes.

Staring at the plain ceiling for a while, he gradually came back to his senses. Seeing Feng Yikun, who seemed to have not been seen for a long time, he chuckled and said, "When did you come back?"

Feng Yikun glanced at her, did not speak, but silently washed her a towel and wiped her face.

He didn't answer, and Han Jingrong didn't ask again.

She seemed to be used to his taciturnity a long time ago.

Han Jingrong's gaze looked around, but she couldn't help but feel a little lost when she didn't see Li Mubai's figure.

She looked at Feng Yikun and whispered softly: "Has he been here?"

The movement of Feng Yikun's hand paused slightly, and his black eyes looked at her for a moment before he was silent for a moment before whispering: "He doesn't love you."

Han Jingrong didn't seem to expect that he would answer this way. After a moment of daze, she insisted on asking, "Has he been here?"

Feng Yikun looked at her without speaking.

At this moment, Li Mubai came back from the smoking room, opened the door and saw the woman on the hospital bed turned her head and looked over.

With her eyes facing each other, Han Jingrong's eyes lit up a bit, but Li Mubai's face looked terrifying.

Li Mubai put one hand in his pocket, walked up slowly and looked at Han Jingrong, and said to Feng Yikun: "You go out first, I'll talk to her."

Feng Yikun frowned, obviously uneasy.

Han Jingrong chuckled lightly and whispered: "You go out first."

Hearing this, Feng Yikun glanced at Li Mubai before turning around and leaving the ward.

After he left, only Li Mubai and Han Jingrong were left in the ward. The air was tinged with a faint smell of disinfectant and medicine, which made people feel cold for no reason.

Han Jingrong opened her mouth as if she wanted to say something, but Li Mubai obviously didn't mean to listen, but interrupted coldly: "I don't care if you want to die, but next time you'd better choose a good time!"

Han Jingrong was stunned for a few seconds, and then slowly swallowed back when she reached her mouth, her eyes were a little red.

"I am not interested in carrying your life. Of course, if you must want me to carry it, you can! But don't think that I will feel sad and regret when you die? You know that I am a person, and it has never been a good thing next time. I really want to die, look for a place farther away, don't dirty my eyes!" Li Mubai said with sullen eyes, and said harshly.

Han Jingrong's eyes were sore, she bit her lips and said nothing.