In the past, when Qiao Youxia fell asleep and got drunk, he would also treat him as Li Qiancheng, holding his hand and calling Li Qiancheng, crying and explaining, crying and saying how good they were in the past.

Today, she took care of him like this, and he could also understand that she wanted to get him better quickly, and then he could go for a divorce.

But this time, he heard it clearly.

Her name was his.

It was he who kissed

It's him who hugs.

He is also the one who says I'm sorry.

Did she take the wrong medicine and recognize the wrong person?

He's the one who has the fever......

Bo Siyu's pupils were dense in a terrifying form, and there was a feeling in his chest as if something was stirring, causing a storm that could not be calmed down for a long time.

Why on earth is this happening?

He raised his hand and pressed the wound hard with his other hand, and the wound hurt his heart, and blood immediately broke out.

It's real, it's real, it's not a dream......

Just as I was thinking about it, suddenly, there was a movement from the bathroom, and it seemed that the door was open.

He hadn't figured out how to face such Qiao Youxia yet.

Bo Siyu quickly closed his eyes again.

Qiao Youxia had obviously cried, and his eyes were full of bloodshots.

She sat down quietly beside him, her back to the light, half of her face buried in the shadows, not quite visible.

What followed was a long, long silence.

The silence is so empty that it makes people's hearts feel a little worried, and the death-like tranquility is as if she doesn't exist at all.

Obviously, she didn't move.

But Bo Siyu could feel the gaze she kept stopping on his face.

Deep, sad, painful.

Such Qiao Youxia, Bo Siyu has never seen it.

Finally, when the air began to feel a little suffocated, she got up again.

But in a blink of an eye, he came back with an extra medical kit.

She sat down again and began to gently remove the gauze from his hand, slowly but carefully changing his dressing.

After both hands were changed, she wiped his body again, covered him with a quilt, measured his temperature, and gave him a little water.

When everything is done, there is no movement.

Then, there was another silence.

In this way, neither of them fell asleep anymore.

Bo Si pretended to sleep, and Qiao Youxia looked at her quietly.

This continued until about half past four in the morning, when the sky began to lighten.

Joe got up again and went into the kitchen to clean up the leftovers he hadn't eaten yesterday.

She washed the dishes, cleaned up the kitchen, grabbed her things and went out the door.

Bo Siyu didn't know why she went, but the moment she walked out, she immediately opened her eyes.

Everything yesterday was like a movie, and the flowers flashed in front of his eyes.

He drank, smashed everything, and got drunk.

Joe Youxia arrived, and he pointed at her and yelled.

If she had changed her usual life, she would have argued with him angrily, scolded him, and left.

But she didn't yesterday, she didn't go.

She didn't lose her temper, didn't scold her, didn't turn around and left, and stayed instead.

She patiently explained everything, felt sorry for his injury, carefully blew up the wound for him, and took care of him until dawn, and didn't close his eyes all night.

She hugged him and cried and apologized to him......

What the hell is going on?

Bo Si Yu Zheng looked out the window in a daze, not knowing why Qiao Youxia had changed so much in such a short period of time.

She told him a few days ago that she wanted to live with him well and would not leave him.

Is it true that all this is true?

But why?

There must be a reason, right?

Bo Siyu suddenly remembered something.