Yang Minghui hurriedly hugged her tightly and asked anxiously, "Where is it uncomfortable?" ”

Song Shihao is a little ironic, at this time, the only person she can rely on is Yang Minghui, and only he is by her side. She reached out and grabbed Yang Minghui's sleeve, her voice hoarse as if she were talking: "It's uncomfortable anywhere." ”

Yang Minghui had never seen Song Shihao like this, and all she had shown in front of him over the years was strong and straightforward hatred, as well as undisguised disgust. Her fragile side made him feel distressed, this was the first time he felt like this, his heart seemed to be blocked, and it hurt badly. It wasn't until this time that he knew that he also had a heart, it turned out that he would also hurt, and it turned out that he was really in love with a person named Song Shihao.

It's just that his means of getting her are too dirty and too inferior, and he doesn't deserve her.

He hugged Song Shihao tightly, lowered his head and dropped a kiss on her forehead: "Shihao, bear with it a little longer, I will call the doctor over immediately." ”

Yang Minghui's family doctor quickly came over, took Song Shihao's temperature, and put on an intravenous drip: "Mr. Yang, don't worry, Miss Song just has a general high fever, which should be caused by too much exertion during this time." Just let her rest and not think too much. ”

Yang Minghui held Song Shihao's hand and nodded, and the family doctor left the medicine for Song Shihao and left with interest.

Song Shihao fell asleep again, Yang Minghui sat on the small sofa next to the bed, held her hand, put it on his lips and kissed it. Song Shihao, who was asleep, was very quiet, and only tranquility remained on his already palm-sized face.

Yang Minghui looked at the sleeping face, and his heart ached sourly. If the way he possessed her that night wasn't like this, and if he had pursued her seriously, wouldn't they be in a better place now? Will Song Shihao's hatred for him be reduced a little?

A man like him was abandoned by everyone, and the only sister who was still in friendship with him had been exiled since ten years ago. He still remembered the good feeling of seeing Song Shi at first sight, so bright, just one glance made him addicted. But no one taught him to love someone, he only knew that she was the first person to make him have a strong sense of possessiveness, so he had to keep her by his side no matter what, and only by his side was his.

He had never felt love, he had never come out of a dirty hell, and he had pulled her into hell in order to keep her with him. Didn't ask her wishes, regardless of her opinion.

Song Shihao seemed to dream of something sad, and a tear slipped from the corner of his closed eye. Yang Minghui's heart was shocked, the dense pain spread all over his body, he reached out to wipe away her tears, he had seen her cry many times, but he never knew what it was like. He put the sparkle of his fingertips into his lips, it was salty and astringent. He looked at Song Shihao, and there was a smile on the corner of his mouth: "Shihao, did you dream of me?" ”

He thought that only he could make Song Shihao cry so sadly even in his sleep. Song Shihao has him in his dreams, but it is not all him.

She dreamed of orphanages with broken walls, and she saw little girls who were never out of place, sitting quietly beside them. That's where she grew up, that's when she was a kid. At that time, she was as stubborn as she is now, and her eyes were full of strength to not admit defeat. Later, she saw some children being taken away and never coming back, and she also saw that the children who were taken away were sent back, and the cycle continued, but she was never taken away, because adults don't like children who can't laugh.