He Shuyao was lying on the bed dying, her limbs drooping weakly, stroking her pale face, Meng Wanyin's eyes were full of fear and distress.

Soon, He Shuyao was sent to the hospital and was told that she had congenital heart disease, and her emotions should not be too excited, Meng Wanyin stood outside the operating room, waiting anxiously, today is the day of the competition, but He Shuyao suddenly fell ill, how could she leave?

"Doctor, how is she?" Seeing the doctor come out, Meng Wanyin strode forward and asked quickly.

"The condition has stabilized, pay attention to emotional control, there is no major problem." The doctor pushed the frame of his glasses and replied earnestly.

He Shuyao has congenital heart disease and has been maintained by medication, as long as she can control her emotions, there is no big problem, and this time she doesn't know what she was stimulated and suddenly became ill.

Hearing that it was no big deal, Meng Wanyin relieved herself, looking at the time on her watch, her expression was solemn, this time in the game, nothing can be delayed, but ......

She was very entangled in her heart, whether she should accompany He Shuyao in the hospital, or go to participate in this competition, the clothes she designed were worn on the models, and if she didn't go, the effect would be greatly reduced.

Meng Wanyin hesitated, and the mobile phone rang suddenly, it was Lu Qing calling.

"Wanyin, I'm at Milan Airport, did you come to pick me up?" Lu Qing asked in a deep voice.

Coming to this city again, she was filled with deep fear, but she believed that that bad luck would not happen to her one after another, and that it was just a coincidence last time.

Struggling to suppress the uneasiness in her heart, Lu Qing stood alone in the middle of the airport in Milan, and she swore that if it weren't for the game, she would never come to the city again.

The memories left here for her are full of blood and violence, full of weirdness and humanity.

"Lu Qing, I'm in the hospital, I'm afraid I can't pick you up." Meng Wanyin said in a soft voice.

Originally, she wanted to take He Shuyao to pick up Lu Qing together, but she didn't expect that she was unconscious and had a heart attack, so things were delayed, and even the game she connected to was hesitating.

After all, He Shuyao is her apprentice, and the short time she got along during this time made her very fond of this girl, and she had the purity that she had disappeared.

The corners of her mouth hooked up a cold smile, Meng Wanyin sighed secretly in her heart, she also went step by step from the most innocent era to the present, her heart was like a chasm, and there was no daylight.

This society has polished her in the past into the current her.

"Heart disease?" Lu Qing frowned, He Shuyao did a physical examination when he came to their company for an internship, and there was no heart disease.

"Well, you can come directly to the hospital, and we will discuss the next game." Meng Wanyin said helplessly, hiding the light in her eyes.

It is impossible for her to give up the competition, but someone must take care of He Shuyao in the hospital, so Lu Qing and her can only go to the competition site alone.

She believes in Lu Qing's ability, but this time the competition is too important for her, and if she doesn't go, she will lose the biggest opportunity.

"Okay." Lu Qing didn't say a word, and took a taxi to the hospital.

The hospital was filled with the smell of alcohol, Meng Wanyin was very familiar with these smells, she was once beaten by Meng Nianci to the point of serious injury, scratched her face, and stayed in this kind of place for half a year.

Recalling those days, she was really worse than dead, far away from Yue Jiangcheng, far away from Yue Jinyu, everything in the past was wiped out, and she thought about dying countless times at that time.

It was Bai Xian who constantly comforted her, let her live, there was hope when she lived, and she could earn back everything that belonged to her when she lived.

With sparkling eyes flashing slightly, Meng Wanyin got up and walked outside the hospital, looking at the lush willows in front of her, making herself feel calm, she couldn't recall the past anymore, and some of them were, the past is gone forever.

Lu Qing arrived at the hospital, and when she stood at the door, she saw Meng Wanyin's figure, she was wearing a white windbreaker and five-centimeter high heels on her feet, revealing a deep taste of loneliness.

Her palm-sized face was hidden in her long black hair like seaweed, and even if she stood beside her, she felt thousands of miles away, as if she didn't belong to this world.

"Evening groan?" Lu Qing screamed softly, with some worry in his eyes.

"You're finally here." Meng Wanyin pursed her red lips, with a relieved expression on her face, she was struggling here alone, tired all over.

No one helped her, not even a confidant, He Shuyao was too simple, she didn't know anything about human feelings, the pressure of this world, and the darkness.

She wouldn't take these things to pollute her blank paper.

Lu Qing stretched out her arms, hugged Meng Wanyin in her arms, and went to Milan to compete, the pressure can be imagined, and the company's five million fund gap was filled by her alone.

Lu Qing didn't have to think about it to know that Meng Wanyin must have borrowed this money, and it was absolutely impossible to ask her husband if he wanted it, no matter how rich her husband was.

That's how she is, with her own stubbornness.

"Let's go, let's see how He Shuyao is." After a while, Meng Wanyin's mood eased up, and she said in a hoarse voice.

"Okay." Lu Qing followed her into the hospital.

He Shuyao had been pushed into the ward, her physiological characteristics had returned to normal, she was lying on the bed with her eyes closed, as if she was asleep, only her lips were still purple.

Because of congenital heart disease, she has always had a respiratory disorder, so it is normal for her lips to be purple when the gas is not smooth.

Meng Wanyin blamed herself a little in her heart, after getting along for so long, she didn't know that He Shuyao had a heart attack.

"It's going to be a game soon, I'm here to take care of her, you go to the game." Lu Qing raised his head and said seriously, his expression was calm and quiet.

Meng Wanyin thought for a while, and finally nodded and left, this competition is particularly important to her, Lu Qing also has works to participate in the competition, but she believes in her.

Arrived at the competition site, there was still an hour, and the costume she designed was on the stage, the model and makeup artist were waiting for her, Meng Wanyin took a deep breath to calm herself down.

She continued to speed up and began to express the most perfect design on the model, although it was only one hour, but it allowed her to play for a long time and reach a new level.

I saw the model wearing a white gauze skirt, like a fairy, with black high heels on her feet, and the little black on her neck, reflecting each other, pure and not charming, beautiful and decent.

However, halfway through, the model suddenly stumbled her foot, then continued to walk a few steps and stumbled again, so obvious that the judges were surprised.