When Feng Gu Qiao woke up, it was already afternoon.

The white curtains, white mattresses, and white tiles in the ward, everything was white, revealing the unpleasant smell of disinfectant water, and the quiet pins in the ward could be heard, as if only her faint breathing could be heard around.

She turned her head and saw the empty room.

For some reason, her sourness came up in an instant.

The empty room was like a beast devouring emotions, Feng Gu Qiao's tears rolled down like beads on the ground, she was busy wiping it off, but the more she wiped it, the more she wiped it.

She is extremely disgusted with herself who sheds tears at every turn now, she used to think that the girl who always sheds tears must be outrageous, but now she is dragging Wu Yanjue's blessing, she was born the kind of girl she hated the most before.

At that time, she felt that crying could solve any problems, tears could solve what problems, and in the end it was not a solution to find a solution, but now she understands that some things are like being wrapped in fog, even if you try your best to find no results, at this time, you have to persistently want to explore, and the result is naturally disappointed, at that time, after getting this cognition, it seems that you can't really do anything else except crying.

She had slept for too long, she had just woken up and cried, and her head was dizzy when she was lying on the bed at the moment, and she knew that she couldn't go on like this, so she simply supported her weak body and got up.

Stepping on the fluffy slippers, Feng Gu Qiao opened the white curtains that shaded the light, letting the sunlight in, and the lush branches outside the window were luxuriant.

She didn't know the name of the tree, but she felt that it had injected life into the lifelessness of the winter hospital.

Nurses and doctors in work clothes downstairs passed by from time to time, and occasionally there were patients who came down for a walk.

Behind him, there was a sound of pushing the door, and the footsteps of leather shoes on the floor were calm and calm.

"Caught a gift, do you want to see it?"

An elegant and slightly playful voice sounded, Feng Gu Qiao was stunned, turned his head in slow motion, and looked at him for a long time before he asked hoarsely, "What gift?" ”

A cruel sneer appeared at the corner of Bian Yisheng's mouth: "Wu Yanjue." ”

Feng Gu Qiao's brain "boomed".

Reacting, she eagerly said, "Where is he?" "I've already asked.

Unexpectedly, Bian Yisheng just glanced at her, made a phone call, and after a while, the door of the ward opened, and a person was brought in.

According to the character of Bian Yisheng to protect the short, he didn't go to Wu Yanjue to make trouble has already given her all the face, and now that Wu Yanjue took the initiative to bump into his hand, she guessed that it would not be better, but unexpectedly, when Wu Yanjue came in, except for a bruise on the corner of his mouth, he was dressed neatly and cleanly, and he didn't seem to be injured.

Feng Gu Qiao's eyes turned around Wu Yanjue's body, and his heart sank completely.

Even if she didn't talk about the punch Wu Yanjue received before, she didn't believe that Wu Yanjue came here after he took a plane from Rock City to San Francisco.

Dressed in a brand new garment without any wrinkles, she didn't feel strange at all.

Feng Gu Qiao's nose was sour, avoiding Wu Yanjue's gaze, and he was even more reluctant to look at Bian Yisheng at this moment.

"Brother......

She lowered her eyebrows and said a dumb word, which made it clear to everyone present what she meant, Wu Yanjue rolled his Adam's apple, and fell all the way to his heart with sourness.

Bian Yisheng coldly averted his eyes, didn't even bother to sneer, turned around and walked out of the ward without looking back.