After Song Yiyi went back that day, she began to have a fever, and the high fever reached 39 degrees 5.

was so anxious that Tang Yisleep sent people to the hospital overnight.

Tang's mother was not at home, only Tang's father was there, and she was a little tired after settling the two children.

I wanted to talk to my daughter for a while, but Tang Yimian stayed by Song Yiyi's side all the time, and didn't go anywhere, just sat on the edge of the bed, holding her hand, until the second half of the night, when Song Yiyi's fever subsided, and she fell asleep.

Song Yiyi woke up at about four o'clock in the morning, only sporadic street lights were on outside the window, and it was still a little cold.

When I opened my eyes and looked at the faintly lit room, my mind was full of lingering nightmares.

She thought she could escape the disgusting images, and without even thinking about it, she could act as if it hadn't happened.

But when the wound was torn, she realized in a trance that the inside had already been rancid.

She...... It's still very dirty.

Song Yiyi's eyes were red, and the tip of her nose was sour.

Tears flowed down the corners of his eyes, cool.

She tried to raise her hand to wipe it, but found that her hand was being pulled.

She turned her head to look.

It was Tang Yimian, she hadn't been asleep for long, she was sleeping deeply, her brows were furrowed, she couldn't sleep steadily, holding her hand, a little tight.

The eyebrows and eyes are soft, with a bit of bookishness, and the skin is milky white, because the light is not very bright, so it looks a little cold.

Song Yiyi looked at her eyebrows, turned sideways slightly, raised her other hand, pulled a drip, and there was some blood return.

She didn't care, she only reached out and lightly touched Tang Yimian's eyes, and quickly withdrew them, her eyes a little flustered.

If it weren't for Tang Yimian, she might still be living a hot life now, and she might be homeless......

It was her sleep that brought her home, and Uncle Tang and Aunt Tang were also very good and took good care of her.

They are a nice family.

Only she is not good.

Song Yiyi withdrew her hand, her body was shaking, and she inexplicably felt that there was no light ahead.

Not eligible.

If she were a boy, she could start from scratch and love someone with all her might.

But she's not, not only is she not, she's not clean.

"Sleepy, I'm a little bit in pain." She looked at the sleeping Tang Yimian and spoke softly, with a unique softness, "Just a little, you know, I'm fine." ”

Yes, she is very good, her heart is like a knife, she is so painful that she loses her voice, and she doesn't dare to confide in half a point.

Tang Yimian slept deeply until after seven o'clock before he suddenly woke up, so frightened that his breathing was messed up, and he patted his chest.

I just dreamed, and I dreamed that Yiyi said it hurt, and she woke up in a fright.

Tang Yimian rubbed her eyes and looked at Song Yiyi, she was still sleeping, the quilt had fallen off a little, she rubbed her legs that were a little numb, and got up to tuck the quilt for her.

After making sure that she would not freeze, he moved his stiff limbs and looked at the drip again, and the fight was almost over.

She went over to wait, and when she was almost there, she changed a hanging bottle for Song Yiyi.

Then I went back to the bed, warmed my cold hands, bent down to touch her forehead, and finally breathed a sigh of relief when I found that the temperature was normal.

Luckily, nothing major happened.

Tang Yimian brushed her hair again before taking his mobile phone to send a message to Bai Nuan.

When I told her about this, I also wanted to ask her if there was anything she could do.

But at this time, although Bai Nuan's mobile phone was not put away by Anyang, the message was seen by him, Anyang took Bai Nuan's mobile phone, deleted the message, blocked it for Tang Yimian, and then deleted the dialog box.

and Song Yiyi's contact information, the same is true.