Huo Jingchen got off the plane and went straight to the ward.

It's just that when he stood in front of the door of the ward, he was a little timid.

He suddenly didn't dare to face her, afraid to see her sad and sad, afraid to see her tears.

The Adam's apple moved slightly, Huo Jingchen's eyes darkened a little, and finally slowly pushed the door of the ward open.

The moment he saw Zhao Siqing, he couldn't help but be stunned, his heart felt like someone had inserted a dagger, and he suddenly felt a heart-wrenching pain.

He knew she wasn't going to be in good shape, but he didn't know how bad she was until he saw her with his own eyes.

The petite woman was wearing a wide hospital gown, hugging her knees and looking out the window, her clear eyes were cold and cold, without emotion, her eyes were empty, delicate like a lifeless doll.

The soft hair is casually draped, the already light little face is even paler, and the long eyelashes are slightly drooping, like butterfly wings, which is quiet and distressing.

Huo Jingchen's throat tightened, and he walked to the side of the bed and whispered: "Qingqing." ”

Zhao Siqing still didn't react, looking out the window with a pair of light eyes, as if he hadn't heard his voice at all.

Song Huaijin looked at Huo Jingchen and briefly told him about the situation, and said in a low voice: "Now you don't eat, drink or talk, you can talk to her." ”

"Yes." Huo Jingchen lowered his eyes and suppressed the soreness at the corners of his eyes.

After Song Huaijin and Jiang Jingming left, only Huo Jingchen and Zhao Siqing were left in the ward for a while.

Huo Jingchen's gaze swept over her cheeks that had not yet subsided, her eyes darkened a little, and he took her hand and whispered, "Do you miss me?" ”

His fingertips were slightly cold, and when she touched Zhao Siqing, she shrank slightly.

Huo Jingchen obviously didn't mean to let go, but just grabbed her hand tighter: "Qingqing, it's me." ”

Zhao Siqing, who had not reacted, finally moved, she turned her head to look at Huo Jingchen, and looked at him coldly, as if she was looking at some enemy, her eyes were extremely cold.

Huo Jingchen's distressed face turned a little whiter, but he still grabbed her and didn't let go.

His deep dark eyes looked directly at her and whispered, "Qingqing, I think about you every day." ”

Zhao Siqing didn't make a sound, lowered his eyes and looked at the hand he was holding onto, trying to break free.

But Huo Jingchen had a lot of strength, she tried hard for a long time but still couldn't break away, and her eyes gradually turned a little red.

Huo Jingchen's heart was so blocked that he couldn't speak, and it hurt and swelled.

Immediately, he let go of his hand and said in a low voice, "I brought you a gift, can you take a look?" ”

As soon as he let go of his hand, Zhao Siqing withdrew his hand, a little away from him, and still stared out the window blankly.

This scene made Huo Jingchen's heart sour, and he looked at her plain white fingertips in a daze for a long time.

The Adam's apple moved slightly, and Huo Jingchen retracted his gaze and opened the gift.

It was a wooden music box, and he saw a craftsman on the street abroad making it by hand, so he studied with the man all night that night, and then spent a few days in the company and has been studying carving.

He thought that she liked these delicate things the most, and she would definitely like them.

It's just that he never thought that she would become what she is when she came back.

Huo Jingchen opened the pure wooden music box and placed it on the windowsill in front of her, on which there was a girl dancing in a skirt, spinning on it, which was particularly exquisite.

The sound of music from "Castle in the Sky" gradually flowed through the ward.

Zhao Siqing's eyelashes trembled slightly, and gradually gained a little focus, and gradually landed on the palm-sized music box in front of him. "Favorite wife NO.1: Huo Shao, is there enough kiss!" The latest chapters of "Paw Book House" are free to read for the first time.