Li Qian walked out of it and glanced at me: "Fu Yao, you go in and talk to him, maybe, maybe you will wake up."

This is the first time I have seen Li Qian lose control, a face that has always been elegant is now haggard, and there is no longer the calmness of the past.

I looked at her sideways, but I just felt like I couldn't react.

Jiang Feiyi behind him pushed me: "Go in."

I looked back at him, stunned for a moment, and mechanically changed into a sterile gown.

One of the places I dread the most in my life is this intensive care unit.

It was all cold machinery, the sound of breathing was muffled by the heavy oxygen mask, and the sound of the electrocardiogram was ticking, sounding as if a life would be disconnected anytime and anywhere.

It's really terrifying, just like Han Mo at this moment.

What a proud person he used to be, he didn't die at all when he drove a car, and he didn't save any strength to torture me, just like I owed him in my last life.

But now, the person was lying on the hospital bed, covered with tubes, the oxygen mask blocked most of his face, his forehead was wrapped with gauze, and the eyes that always looked at people with anger or mockery were now tightly closed, if the nurse hadn't told me that this person was Han Mo, I really wouldn't have recognized it.

I stood beside his bed, reaching out to touch him, but when my hand was raised, it couldn't fall anywhere.

Covered in wounds, I don't even know where I can put my hands.

The nurse reminded me to sit down, and I watched for a few seconds before I reacted, and then sat down in the chair next to me.

The sound of the electrocardiogram was particularly obvious in such a quiet ward, and it came one after another, and everyone was desperate when they heard it.

"Han Mo, wake up and see if I'm okay."

I really didn't expect him to be so stupid and drive his car and crash into it like that.

Just like Xu Ran said, the person who died should be me, why is he so stupid.

I really want to ask him how he can be so selfish and do nothing without asking what other people think. Did he think that by doing so, I would be able to forgive him and be with him again?

Coercion and temptation can't work, do you start using bitter meat now?

Tears fell and hit the back of his hand, burning like fire.

But Han Mo still didn't wake up.

"How can you do this, Han Mo, why do you have to make me so uncomfortable?"

Why can't it, everyone is good, just know that everyone is okay.

There is a limit to the number of people who can be in the ward at any one time, and there is a time limit.

I don't know how long I've been sitting, but I've been sitting for so long, and Han Mo still hasn't woken up.

When Li Qian was in and talking to him, maybe he would wake up.

But after all I said and tears fell, he still didn't wake up.

Han Mo, who said he loved me, still didn't wake up, so he let me sit there and cry all the time.

It's really Han Mo.

Even if it did, it would have tortured me so badly.

The nurse reminded me, and I followed her line of sight and looked up to see a man outside the window.

This is the first time I have seen Han Mo's father so closely, it doesn't look like it at all, it's still a little like Li Qian.

Han Mo never mentioned his parents to me, Li Qian didn't have many intersections, and his father's intersections were equal to zero.

I walked out, Han Mo's father glanced at me, didn't say anything, the expression on his face was very bad, and then put on a sterile hospital gown and walked in.

Li Qian was sitting on the side of the door with her eyes closed, and she didn't know what she was thinking, but I thought she must be thinking about something related to Han Mo.

Her hand holding the bag hung down to her side and kept shaking, and her face with her eyes closed was not as embarrassed as when she came out of the hospital room just now.

"Are you hungry?"

Jiang Feiyi's voice came from beside me, I looked at him sideways for a while, and shook my head: "I'll go to the bathroom."

He nodded, not saying anything.

At this time, the hospital was very quiet, and the only sound of my shoes tapping on the ground was a long corridor.

I was stunned for a moment when I saw Han Qing, he was obviously stunned for a moment, the cigarette in his hand was just clamped, looking at me with a stunned expression, and only after half a sound did he speak: "Fu Yao."

Han Qing was wearing a black suit, and the sneakers he used to wear under his feet had now been replaced by leather shoes. The man seemed to have lost weight, and the contours of his face became clearer and clearer, but he was quite similar to his father.

I nodded, but didn't speak, and kept walking.

"Fu Yao."

He called me again, and I leaned against the wall without looking back.

There was a little pain in my heart, and it hurt me so much.

He ran over, helped me, and looked down at me a little anxiously: "What's wrong?" What's uncomfortable? ”

I looked up at him, tears made my eyes flash a little, and I raised my hand and hammered it on my left chest: "It hurts here, Han Qing, I hurt here."

He held my hand as if it froze, and neither of us spoke.

I don't know how long it took before he spoke again: "Fu Yao, if the person lying inside today was me, would you be so uncomfortable?"

I looked at him blankly, my mouth open, but I didn't know what to say.

Halfway through, I raised my hand and pushed him away: "I'll go to the bathroom."

This time he didn't call me again, the bathroom was less than ten meters away in front of him, just turn a corner.

The water hit my face, and I looked up at myself in the mirror, my face was a little pale, and my eyes were red.

I know I shouldn't be so embarrassed, but I can't help it.

It seems that all the pride of my life has been used against Han Mo, and now that he is lying unconscious in that hospital bed, what can I do with that pride.

I can't do anything.

I don't know why things suddenly turned out like this, but it was only half a day, why couldn't Han Mo say a word there.

I'm afraid, I'm really afraid, I've never been so afraid.

In the ambulance he took my hand and called me and said sorry to me.

But I told him not to close his eyes, and he just closed them, and the hand fell from my palm, and there was no strength at all.

I'm really afraid, I'm afraid that the three words "I'm sorry" will really become the last three words he said to me.

But what can I do if I want him to be sorry, I can't do anything.

When people die, there is nothing left, and what are you sorry for?

"Fu Yao! What happened to you? ”

When Xue Jiaying rushed in, I found that my whole body had fallen to the ground, with tears and snot all over my face.

She ran to pick me up, but I couldn't get up as if I didn't have any strength in my legs.

She's calling me, and I can hear it.

But I just don't know why, why can't I get up.

"Fu Yao, don't be like this, Han Mo will wake up, you get up first, in case Han Mo wakes up, what should I do if I want to find you, you get up, it's cold on the ground."

Yes, it's just Han Mo.

If you wake up and don't see me, maybe something will happen again.

I reached out to support the wall, looked sideways at Xue Jiaying, and said, "Sister Jiaying, I'm hungry."

She looked at me and was stunned for a moment, "Okay, I'll ask Jiang Feiyi to buy you food, let's go out of this bathroom first, okay?" ”

I nodded, my eyes falling on the mirror, my face covered with tears, and my features were a little blurred.

"I'll wash my face."

I pushed her hand away, staggered over to the washbasin, turned on the faucet, and washed my face little by little.

When he returned to the door of the ward, Han Mo's father was gone, Han Qing was gone, and Jiang Feiyi was gone.

Li Qian still sat on the rest chair in the same posture as before I went to the bathroom, closed her eyes and didn't say anything.

Jiang Feiyi bought a lot of food, but I couldn't eat it after two bites.

I don't know why, I know I'm hungry, but every time I put porridge in my mouth, I can't open my mouth to eat it.

In the middle of the night, even the nurse's footsteps were a lot, and I glanced at Xue Jiaying and Jiang Feiyi: "Go back, I'm fine, I just want to sit here."

Xue Jiaying seemed to want to say something, but was dragged away by Jiang Feiyi.

After the two of them left, even the sound of breathing was less.

I sat down next to Li Qian with my legs up, and leaned against the back of the wall with my eyes closed.

"A few days ago, Han Mo came to the villa to look for me. He has grown up to now, I actually didn't worry much, although Han Mo seemed to be a little naughty, but he knew what he wanted, and he also knew how to go on his own path. His grandmother loved him the most, but he didn't cry when his grandmother died, and he was only fourteen years old at the time. I was worried about whether he would be uncomfortable and wanted to chat with him, but he told me that he was okay and told me not to worry, just go and rest, and he guarded the mourning hall. ”

"But he's my son, so I don't know if he's okay. But he didn't say it, and I didn't want to force him. But just the other day, he suddenly told me that he wanted to talk to me. He told me a lot about you, from the beginning, but now. It was the first time I had talked to him so much, and for three hours, he sat on the couch, from the dawn of the sky to the darkness of the twilight, all about you. ”

"He said he regretted it, he knew he was wrong, but you didn't look back. But he couldn't let go, he said that as long as he thought that you would be with someone else in the future, he would remember the day you were pushed into the operating room. ”

"He said so much, but in the end, he asked me, Mom, should I really let go."

I froze, my eyes closed, but I couldn't hold back the tears.