Chapter Seventy-Seven: Lost and Found

The first half of her dream was dark and helpless, and the second half was sunny.

Jiang Yihuai was her light, although he didn't remember her name and never saw her face.

But she understands that dreams will eventually wake up, and in the real world, there will eventually be a beam of light parallel to him.

She was never the light that could be parallel to him.

She was just a shadow in the darkness.

Qin Xiaoran opened his eyes slightly, and felt that the light was dazzling, and he was dizzy for a while, and it took a long time to come to his senses.

Next to the bed was Lin Shu, who was sleeping soundly on his stomach, and his sleeping face seemed a lot quieter.

She moved her numb arm, and with her other hand she pushed away his dead head.

"Who!"

Lin Shu rubbed his eyes, and the moment he saw Qin Xiaoran, his tone instantly changed from impatience to joy, "Are you awake?" Is there anything else that makes you feel uncomfortable? Is your throat uncomfortable? Does it hurt somewhere? ”

"Stop, stop, stop..."Qin Xiaoran turned his face away and pursed his chapped lips, "I want to drink water." ”

"Water... Yes.. Water! ”

Like a panicked child, Lin Shu hurriedly poured a glass of warm water and took a cotton swab into the water to moisten it.

Qin Xiaoran dodged the cotton swab he stretched out in displeasure, and frowned: "I want to drink water!" ”

"The doctor said you can't drink water right away." He patiently stretched out the swab again, "Good, I'll let you drink it in a while." ”

She blinked in disbelief, and was finally defeated by his sincere gaze.

"Where's my grandfather?"

"I just left, saying that the company has an urgent matter." Lin Shu moistened her lips little by little, and her gaze softened.

Qin Xiaoran glanced at him and said, "My grandfather has a poisonous mouth, don't mind." ”

"Why, after all, I caused his precious granddaughter to go missing at the engagement party, and I picked up a life in the fire, and I was covered in injuries."

Lin Shu said word by word, just like stating ordinary things.

Speaking of this matter, Qin Xiaoran remembered the conversation she and Si Fang had heard in the room.

"I know who it is."

"I guessed it too." He smiled and put away the cotton swab, "It's my brother." ”

"I didn't think about fighting with him when I returned to China, but he shouldn't have touched you."

"Wait and see the show, my dear fiancΓ©e." His thumb gently rubbed her rosy lips, hooking his lips and chuckling, like a scheming Mr. Fox.

When Jiang Yihuai pushed the door in, he saw such an ambiguous picture.

Facing Lin Shu's unkind gaze, he immediately stood up straight, nodded, threw a bag of fruit to their bedside, and then opened the curtain as if flashing and entered the space of the priest.

Lin Shu snorted and reached out to tighten the curtain a little tighter.

Si Wei was leisurely drinking porridge, thinking about when Lin Shu would leave and then go to take a good look at her heroic goddess, but he was almost choked by Jiang Yihuai, who suddenly flashed out.

"What are you doing?"

Her eyes widened, and she pulled out a tissue and wiped the corners of her mouth, her face full of unreasonableness.

Jiang Yihuai was carrying a carton of milk and fruit in his left hand and a bouquet of flowers in his right hand, choking on the spot by her words.

"Nonsense, of course I'm here to see you!" He said with a sense of reason.

"I'm fine." Si Fang waved his hand nonchalantly, "My goddess is only seriously injured, she woke up after a day in a coma, how can it be like I was alive and kicking after an hour." ”

Finally, he sighed, sat down peacefully on the hospital bed, touched her head, and said softly, "It's okay." ”

She pursed her lips and hesitated to say a word.

"Hair hasn't been washed in a few days, oil."