It may be fate.

Rong Huo'er sat on the hospital bed leaning against the head of the bed, looking out the window with a calm face.

The blue sky, the white clouds, and the slight laughter from the lawn outside, she only felt that it was good to be alive.

The doctor came in to make rounds, carefully asked the nurse who was guarding her how she was doing, and gently asked her how she felt, for fear that a little heavier tone would irritate her.

Because not long ago, "she" had a car accident, her parents died on the spot, only she survived, and her calmness made doctors, nurses and even patients feel that she was suppressing her grief and a manifestation of autism and depression.

For this reason, she did not dare to show joy, for fear that they would think she was insane and transfer her to a neurologist.

As soon as the doctor finished his routine examination, there was a knock on the door of the ward, and a middle-aged couple came in with a bag of fruit.

They also smiled modestly at the doctor: "Doctor, how is my fire?"

"The situation is basically stable, and if there is no problem, I can be discharged from the hospital and recuperate by myself. ”

"Thank you so much, doctor. ”

As soon as the doctor left, the two couples went to the hospital bed to greet Huo'er, as if they cared about her niece, how much they felt sorry for her being orphaned at a young age, as if they really regarded her as their own daughter.

But in fact, they were for the large amount of insurance claims, and the legacy left by "her" father before his death.

Once you see through their purpose, and then look at their hush and warmth at this time, you feel ...... This acting is a little inadequate, it makes people disgusting, is it okay?

"Huo'er, look, you're about to be discharged from the hospital, your family ...... There's no one now, why don't you go to your aunt's house, and your aunt and your uncle will take care of you in the future, ah?"

Rong Huo lowered his head to look at his almost transparent hand, there was still a needle stuck in the back of his right hand, and there were bruises and pinholes around him that had been dripping from these days.

She thought about what would happen if she really was here and heard the fact that her aunt seemed to be caring, but actually poked at the death of her parents.

But the aunt still felt that it was not enough and continued to chatter: "Poor child, how can you ...... at such a young age Your parents are also ruthless, how can they just leave you like this, but Huo'er is not afraid, in your uncle and aunt's house, just like in your own home, your uncle and aunt will definitely treat you well......"

"Get out!"

The aunt stopped and glanced at her uncle, thinking that she had misheard.

How could the well-behaved and sensible Rong Huo say such a thing.

"Fire, ......"

"Get out!" Rong Huo raised his head, his miserable white fingers pointed at the door of the ward, even if the voice was restrained, and the slightly undulating chest was an emotion that she could not suppress, "I let you, get out!"

"No, Huo'er, you ......"

Rong Huo picked up the cup on the table next to him and threw it at them, the cup was not enough, and it happened that the fruit they brought had also become a good venting item, and he smashed it back to them unceremoniously.

It is this couple, as well as their unsuccessful son and daughter, who caused "Ronghuo" to suffer for the rest of her life, inheriting all the memories and pain of "Ronghuo", she has bitten their hearts to death, and can endure them these days, all because she was seriously injured in a car accident two days ago and has difficulty moving.

When it caught fire, she even pulled out the bottle that was hanging and smashed it out, but they dodged it, and the bottle flew towards the door, and by chance someone opened the door.

Fortunately, the comer reacted quickly and avoided the side of his head, and the bottle fell to the ground and shattered.

As the visitor stepped into the ward, the room fell silent.