Qiao Yue was stunned for a moment, and then thought that he should not be able to get up, so wait for her to help him.

She hurriedly walked over, bent over, and just stretched out her hand to help him, she saw Su Mingyuan stretching out his hand towards him.

Su Mingyuan's hand suddenly grabbed Qiao Yue's outstretched hand, and then gently pulled it hard, Qiao Yue's body crooked, and it gently reached his leg.

"Heart, your wounds!" Qiao Yue exclaimed, for fear of touching him, and tried to break free slightly.

Su Mingyuan skillfully stopped her movements, hugged her tightly and didn't let go, "Let me hold for a while." He said in a hoarse voice.

Qiao Yue really didn't move anymore when she stopped, she was afraid that she would struggle like this, but she didn't care about touching his injury, so she sat gently on his lap in the bathroom, trying not to touch his body.

Su Mingyuan stretched out one hand to wrap around her, and then the other hand reached out from the front and overlapped the other hand, and just wrapped her in his arms.

He rested his head lightly on her chest and closed his eyes, his heart soft and calm, without a trace of distraction.

Su Mingyuan didn't remember how long it had been since he had completely relaxed himself like this, he maintained the majesty of a president rigorously and rigidly every day, and deliberately pretended to be indifferent in front of Qiao Yue, never showing his true heart casually and calmly like today.

Su Mingyuan's emotions seemed to infect Qiao Yue, she stretched out her hand, gently wrapped her arms around his neck, inserted her fingers into his soft hair, stroked gently, and her heart became gentle.

As if sensing Qiao Yue's response, Su Mingyuan's hand gradually tightened, hugging her tighter.

"Don't touch your wounds." Qiao Yue couldn't help but remind softly.

The two of them snuggled up to each other like this, hugged each other for a while, and then gradually let go.

At night, Qiao Yue helped Su Mingyuan to lie down on the bed, and she went up from the other side.

In order to be able to hear Su Mingyuan's movements in time at night, Qiao Yue did not shrink into the innermost part as usual, but leaned on Su Mingyuan to lie down.

"Call me for anything." Qiao Yue said a word of advice before turning off the light.

It was raining outside the window, listening to the sound of the rain and feeling the question from Su Mingyuan, Qiao Yue's heart felt extremely peaceful.

The rain falls on the Jianlan bushes, making a rustling sound, and the faint aroma of Jianlan turns into another unique taste in the rain.

"Thank you." In the darkness, Qiao Yue's voice sounded softly.

Su Mingyuan didn't speak, his eyes were open and he looked at the ceiling, his ribs were injured, and he could only lie down and sleep.

"Thank you for remembering that promise." Qiao Yue said emotionally, the tip of her nose was the familiar fragrance.

Su Mingyuan's heart moved, knowing that what she said was that he had promised to plant a large piece of Jianlan for her, and his heart was a little complicated.

He remembered everything he had ever said and done with her, because she was the girl he cared about the most.

Before he knew the truth, he used hatred as an excuse to miss her and keep her, but after knowing the truth, he didn't know how to face her.

The hurtful words he had told her, those cold words, his heart ached.

"I'm sorry." Su Mingyuan's voice sounded heavily.

Qiao Yue was stunned, she didn't expect him to say these three words to her.

It's time to say I'm sorry, it should be her, Qiao Yue was a little gloomy.

She turned slightly, leaned over him, shook her head, and said, "Don't say those three words. ”