Sir, Please Conduct Yourself

"Don't call me." Xiao Jingyan suddenly interrupted him. His eyes flashed away quickly, and he deliberately did not look at him. When he spoke, his voice was hoarse and indecent, "... Don't look at me."

Don't look at me in such a mess.

Xiao Jingye frowned and looked at his brother's sweating forehead. He suddenly felt heartache.

But before he could speak, he heard a loud roar from mu Yunshen on the other side of the corridor, "brother, Auntie is awake, come back quickly!"

Wake up?

Xiao Jingye is still in a dazed moment. He doesn't know when his collar will be thrown away, leaving an ugly fold. But the creator has disappeared, and his dark green figure disappears in front of a door.

Xiao Jingye was slow for a second. He came back to himself later. He was so excited that he ran to the ward.

He Wan'er did wake up. This time, she did not make any more noise, nor did she talk to herself like before.

When Xiao Jingye ran into the door of the sick room, she just sat on the bed with two soft pillows behind her.

Her hands were folded on the quilt and her face was expressionless, so she sat quietly.

At the moment of seeing her, Xiao Jingye could not help but feel an illusion in his heart. It was as if he was not in the ward, but at home. What happened today was just his illusion.

It's like after the engagement ceremony, everything is developing according to the beautiful and harmonious original plan, all the pain and sadness is just a ridiculous dream, waking up at this moment.

Then he was the free boy who used to be. He could play outside for a whole day. When he got home, he played harmless jokes with his mother for a while. Then the family sat together and ate a hot meal as usual.

He Wan'er will smile at him as usual.

Imagine the picture was caught off guard into the smell of disinfectant breath torn a hole, revealing the reality of blood dripping inside.

When he Wan'er raised her head, there was no smile on her face. She waved to him through Xiao Jingyan, "Jingye, come here."

Xiao Jingyu's anxious greeting is stuck in his throat, and he looks back at Xiao Jingye with sweat.

Xiao Jingye looks at the expressionless he Wan'er and feels cold from the bottom of her feet for no reason.

From the door of the ward to the side of the bed, there is only a distance of no more than two meters. However, Xiao Jingye feels as if he is separated by thousands of mountains and rivers, and every step is very difficult.

I don't know how long it took, and I don't know how I got there. When Xiao Jingye reacts, others have arrived at the bedside.

He Wan'er gently raised her hand and put it on his head. Her warm fingers swept over his green scalp, like a very light sigh.

She looked at Xiao Jingye tenderly. Her eyes were so soft that she could almost squeeze out water.

"Mom..." Xiao Jing's eyes were sore at night, and his throat suddenly choked up. He just said a word, and the rest of the words were swallowed back to his stomach. He couldn't even break out a redundant punctuation mark.

"The night of the scenery." He Wan'er gently stroked his forehead, his face covered with a layer of gentle light, "you and Xiaoyu, don't be together."

As soon as the words came to the ground, the three men in the ward, including Xiao Jingye, were silent.

When mu Yunshen heard that his throat was tight, his brows began to wrinkle, but in a moment he was back to his original appearance.

Xiao Jingye was undoubtedly one of the most shocked. Fortunately, he was sitting by the bed, otherwise his knees would be soft enough to shake his whole body to the ground.

He looked at he Wan'er in disbelief, "but... Why?"