The black and white eyes were empty, as if there was no focus, and I didn't know where to look.

But a mocking sneer slowly appeared at the corner of her mouth.

"Ah...... You Rong family members like to joke about other people's fate so much? ”

Rong Yan was stunned, his heart didn't know what was holding tightly, making him unable to breathe.

It hurts, it hurts...... Why?

..............

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When he opened his eyes, they were all white, and he had some difficulty getting used to them, so he closed them again.

It took a few moments before I slowly opened my eyes.

Here it is.......

He raised his hand and saw his five fingers dangling in front of his eyes, a very strange feeling.

There was a long time in my mind that it was blank, like the white around here, empty, nothing.

He didn't even know who he was.

But slowly, light and color penetrated in, and in the white world, one picture after another was spread out in an orderly manner.

It was as if the tide that swept ashore in an instant gathered everything that had been lost before.

A shallow pain slowly widened in his skull, and he frowned, pressing his hands to his skull, the expression on his face turned hideous from the pain.

It hurts...... Why?

Not only the head, but also the heart hurt, as if it was tightly twisted and dripping blood......

The door to the ward was suddenly pushed open, and a tall, cold man walked in, standing by the bed and looking at him.

"President, you're finally awake."

He recognized that this was Jowee, whom he trusted very much.

"How long did I sleep?" When he spoke, he found that his voice was hoarse and low, like an organ that had been sitting for a long time and was about to break.

"It's been two days and two nights." Qiao Wei picked up the thermos cup on the table, opened it, raised his bed, and let him drink water.

Rong Yan took a few sips before he felt a little more comfortable in his throat.

The memory was not completely returned, his movements were a little sluggish, and he wanted to hand the thermos cup to Qiao Wei, but when Qiao Wei had not reached out to take it, he let go of his hand.

Boom!

With a muffled sound, the thermos cup fell to the ground, and all the warm water inside splashed out.

It was as if something had hit me hard in my head, and all the memories that were spinning at once stopped, frozen on the face of a somewhat unfamiliar girl.

But the moment he saw this face, his heart ached like a tsunami, almost crushing him.

Cold sweat was pouring out of his forehead, and his lips were as pale as if all the blood had disappeared, revealing a deep gray coldness.

Who's that?

Be............ A voice in the depths of his mind quietly reminded him, a name sealed in the deepest part of his memory.

Qiao Wei leaned down and picked up the thermos cup and placed it on the table.

"Where is this?" His mind was so dull that he couldn't even tell where he was.

"Hospital." Qiao Wei said.

I was silent for a while, waiting for the pain in my head to gradually dissipate, but after a while, I still felt a pain in my head.

The whole skull seemed to be about to crack, and the pain was on the nerves, and as soon as it hurt, it pulled all the perceptual nerves in the body.

"President, why don't you rest for a while." Qiao Wei said that looking at his current appearance, the power of that tear gas canister was really great.

Qiao Wei himself had just woken up, but after he woke up, he didn't have a headache.

"No, you don't." Rong Yan struggled and got off the bed.