"No, it's not," choked up and denied, Yan Moqiang held back the tears in his eyes, "When I realized that they were going to do something to you, you had already disappeared The medicine was developed by me, but I never wanted to use it on you." ”

"Eos, I don't want to hurt you"

The moment these words came out, he saw the corners of An Yang's lips slightly hooked.

Under his stunned gaze, the black snake scales faded from his scaly body, and the scars left by the operation were exposed.

"These, don't you want to hurt?"

An Yang's calm gaze reflected his panic at the moment.

Two lines of hot tears fell down his face, and his voice began to tremble, "I can tell you everything, as long as you give me time"

"Did you do it, so what," An Yang's low voice turned into a faint morning mist, "I don't care anymore." ”

The lifeless tone made Yan Mo's heart tear apart inch by inch, and the flesh and blood were blurred together.

He clenched his palms in pain, all the words he wanted to apologize choked in his throat.

He had thought about the countless possibilities for Anyang after she woke up, but no matter what, he would do his best to appease her, coax her, and protect her.

But when it really happened, he realized that everything was his own self-inflicted feelings.

Losing and regaining it was the happiest thing in his life, but at the same time, it was so much that he couldn't bear it.

"I'm hungry," An Yang closed his eyes and lay down quietly.

"Okay, I'll go prepare something for you," Yan Mo knew that this sentence was just an excuse, she didn't want to see him

She didn't wake up in his arms, she didn't know how scared he was these days, maybe she didn't know, but she didn't want to know anymore

The heavy steps dragged on the floor, and tears fell uncontrollably with every step he took along the short road.

When he went and returned, his eyes were red with crying. What he held in his hand were Anyang's favorite snacks in the past.

But when he saw the empty bed, his breath suddenly choked.

No, no

The bedroom, the balcony, all the places she could go, Yan Mo didn't see her.

"Wow"

There was the sound of water in the bathroom, and my temples jumped.

He hurriedly opened the door and saw An Yang dragging his sick body under the hot shower.

The scorching heat burned her body with horrible red spots, and she rubbed her skin vigorously with a bath towel as if she didn't realize it.

"It's dirty, it's really dirty"

"Why can't I wash it clean?"

His heart fell to rock bottom in an instant.

At the risk of being burned, he hugged An Yang out.

Tears blurred his eyes again, he never knew that a person would have so many tears. He almost shed all the tears of the first half of his life here.

"Why can't I wash it clean?"

An Yang slowly raised his head and looked at him leisurely.

"It's clean," Yan Mo forced the expression on his face and carefully carried her to the bed.

"Not clean, very dirty, especially dirty"

Her voice was still unwavering, but every word made his heart wail in pain.

With trembling hands, he carefully applied the cold ointment to hers. The hot pustules were obviously on her body, but his heart was about to die.