"Sister promised you," Mu Tianqing persuaded again, "When he wakes up, my sister will definitely notify you as soon as possible, and besides, the Ling family will come over in a while, even if you are here, it won't be very powerful, right?"

Mu Tianen thought about it, although she thought of several reasons to stay, but just as Mu Tianqing said, she couldn't do anything if she stayed here, and she had to let others take care of her.

And in her heart, her sister has always been the one who needs to be taken care of, not the one who can take care of people.

Mu Tianqing helped her sister straighten her hair, she looked at the clothes on her sister's body, and couldn't help but tighten her delicate eyebrows slightly.

This one is not easy to wear out.

"Sister and you should change your clothes," Mu Tianen clenched Sister Miao's cold little hand, "I'll ask the nanny to send a piece of clothing over later." ”

Mu Tianen lowered her head and patted the cotton clothes on her body, there were blood stains inside and outside the cotton clothes, as well as some mud and soil, knowing that she had saved people, but not knowing, she thought that she was fighting with someone, and then rolled in the mud several times.

And she didn't refuse, she changed her clothes with Mu Tianqing, and even Mu Tianqing gave her a scarf, that is, the scarf that she used as a bandage had already been stained with blood and could no longer be tied up.

"I'm sorry, sister, I soiled your scarf."

Mu Tianen thought of that scarf, and was really sorry in her heart, it was her sister's favorite scarf.

"Just buy it when it's dirty."

Mu Tianqing poked Mu Tianen's forehead, "It's all like this, what are you still worried about the scarf?" Alright," she said, helping her sister straighten her clothes, "go home quickly, and I'll call you when he wakes up." ”

"Don't worry, your brother Ling will live and live a hundred years old," she rubbed her sister's little face again, "He hasn't married us yet, how can he die like this, right?" ”

Mu Tianen's pale little face finally revealed a little blood, she turned her head, and she also looked in that direction, in fact, she really wanted to go over and have a look, but the doctor said that the current Ling Ze was out of danger just now, and now he was also in the intensive care unit, even if he passed, it was impossible to take a look.

So she still listened to her sister's words, she left now, and then went home to replenish her blood and spirits, she couldn't fall here, and then let her sister be in a hurry again.

Wrapped tightly in her clothes, she walked forward step by step, her feet were a little floating, her body shook for a while, and then her hands were tightened, which was the meaning of that drowsy, and threw out some of it.

When the snow outside blew down on her, it blew the blood on her face a little whiter, but at the same time, it blew more and more sober.

She turned her head and glanced at the hospital behind her, and at the people who came and went to the hospital.

This place is a hell and a paradise.

Wrapped up tightly, she lowered her head and walked forward again, and at this time, her ears didn't seem to hear a sound, only the buzzing sound, which also made her head dizzy and her eyebrows tremble.

Raising her head with difficulty, the cold wind poured into her body again, which also made her shiver, reluctantly, she cheered up, she still wanted to walk back.

Yes, walk back, she was going to walk back on her own legs.

She didn't dare to take the car, she was afraid that if she slept in someone else's car, what would happen if those people sold her? If you can't rely on others, you can only rely on yourself, and this is how she has lived all these years.

So, she can still go, she can still go back.

grabbed a handful of snow from the ground, and in an instant, that kind of coldness also made her shiver for a while, and such a thorny chill finally made her sober for a long time.

So in this way, she has always held such a snow ball in her palm, and by the time she got home, she couldn't find her hands back.

The hands were trembling, shaking, red, green, and stiff, and they couldn't even get the key.

She had no choice but to knock on the door.

It wasn't long before the babysitter came and opened the door.

"Miss Grace?" The nanny hurriedly let Mu Tianen in, but when she saw Mu Tianen's pale face, she was also frightened, "Why did this freeze like this?" ”

"I'm fine," Mu Tianen shook his head.

"Sister Hua, can you pour me a cup of hot water?"

She doesn't want anything now, she just wants a cup of hot water, warm hands, warm stomach, and warm heart.

"Okay, okay."

The nanny hurriedly poured a cup of hot water and put it in front of Mu Tianen.

Mu Tianen stretched out her frozen and shaking fingers, and took the cup of boiling water in her hand with difficulty, but her hands were still shaking.

"Be careful." Seeing this, the nanny hurriedly took her hand, which was almost no temperature, and also let her hand be placed on the table together with the water cup, although the water in the cup was not too hot, but if it was really poured out, it would really burn people.

"Thank you, Sister Hua," Mu Tianen exhaled, this is the way to thank you.

Then she clenched the cup of hot water tightly, strangely, but she never felt the temperature, I don't know if it was because it was really cold outside, or because there was less blood in her body, even if she was at home, she still didn't find her own part of the temperature.

She carefully touched the cup and drank all the water in the cup.

One bite, two bites.

It's like poplar nectar.

It finally warmed her everything, her fingers, and her body and mind.

Her face finally had some more blood, her fingers finally had some feeling, her eyes had some light, and her legs were no longer trembling.

She stood up and walked back to her room, and she had never been as grateful to Xu Lanying as she was today, maybe her mother also loved her, knowing that she didn't love going upstairs, so she also put her downstairs, it was very convenient to enter and exit the door, no need to go up and down the stairs, and she could walk less.

And in her current state, if she really lived upstairs, maybe she would really have to climb up.

Closing the door, she slid to the floor, then lifted her eyelids feebly, and stood up against the wall.

She knows what she has to do to be best for herself.

It's just her, she's the only one here.

She doesn't care about herself, who wants to take care of her?

Put water, take a bath, change clothes, and blow her hair, and at this time, no one knows, her half-closed eyelids are actually about to fall asleep, and these actions she is doing are nothing more than an instinct of hers.

She was repeating what she had done for an unknown number of times, and she was repeating the same path she had walked.