Nan Qiao refused to leave, and Huo Yunxiang didn't force it, but stayed with her.

In order to make her feel better, he reached out and helped her to lean on himself.

Moreover, I didn't ask her a word about what happened today, but just accompanied her in distress and silence.

He didn't ask, and Nan Qiao didn't speak.

The night breeze was blowing, and she was still wearing a wet suit drenched in the rain, but she seemed to be numb enough to feel the cold.

This night seems to be endless.

She thought that everything that she and her mother should have poured into An Xiao over the years, but all of them were given to Sheng Shiyu, and she hated the murderer who took her sister's life.

Similarly, she has hated herself for so many years, and she has not even suspected Sheng Shiyu's identity in the slightest.

If only she had found out earlier, she and her mother would not have ended up like that, and the child would not have died in Huaguo.

She prides herself on being smart and has achieved outstanding results in the medical profession over the years, but she never found out that she was being calculated by the people around her for a lifetime until she died.

Huo Yunxiang was worried and worried, but she also knew that she didn't want to speak at this moment, so she could only endure the distress and accompany her silently.

At this moment, she was in a dark and cold situation, not only the darkness and coldness of this reality, but also her heart fell into a darker and colder situation than this.

The two of them stayed in front of An Xiao's tomb, and Mark and Ling Jin didn't come over to disturb each other, but first arranged where to live and the hospital that Nan Qiao needed to go to in case she got sick.

At five o'clock in the morning, the sky gradually brightened.

Huo Yunxiang looked down at the pale and tired person, and his voice was gentle and careful.

"Jojo, it's dawn."

Nan Qiao nodded in a daze, reached out and touched the photo of the girl on the tombstone, and said in a low voice.

“…… I'm sorry. ”

She, who is a sister, has never accompanied her for a day and has not protected her once.

She said goodbye secretly, and wanted to get up with Huo Yunxiang's support, but her legs were already numb and unstable.

Huo Yunxiang carefully helped her up, and simply hugged her up.

Mark, who was still napping in the car, was pushed and screamed by Ling Jin, and hurriedly got out of the car to open the back door.

Huo Yunxiang put the person out of the car, and the warm air that had been on in the car dispersed a little chill for the two of them.

Ling Jin closed the car door, sat in the driver's seat and asked.

"Third Young Master, are you going to live somewhere?"

"Go to the hospital first." Huo Yunxiang said.

She was drenched in the rain, wore wet clothes all night, and had a fever around three o'clock in the morning.

He persuaded her to leave, but she refused, and he could only let her stay here until dawn.

Fortunately, she was a man of her word, and she didn't ask to stay here again when it was dawn.

Nan Qiao didn't say anything, tilted his head against the car window, his eyes still looking in the direction of the cemetery.

Ling Jin drove the car and drove them to the hospital first, while Mark drove another car to follow them.

The hospital had already made arrangements, so after she passed, she was taken to the ward and asked her to change into clean clothes before calling doctors and nurses to come for treatment.

She didn't say a word during the whole process, and all the medical inquiries and temperature measurements were all Huo Yunxiang's help.

The doctor prescribed some oral medication and gave fluids before leaving the room.

Ling Jin was very timely and asked people to prepare breakfast and send it over, and sent it to the ward before withdrawing.

Huo Yunxiang took a hot towel and wiped Nan Qiao's face, wiped her hands again, and said softly.

"Qiaoqiao, eat something first, and then take the medicine and rest, okay?"