At six o'clock in the morning, the last rays of wind and rain finally stopped, and the fiery red sun broke through the thick clouds and shone on the watery earth.

The curtains in the ward have no shading effect, and the dazzling light comes in, which is particularly dazzling.

The woman lying on the hospital bed did not move her thick and slender eyelashes, but after a long while, she gently lifted a trace of heavy eyelids, and slowly adapted to the bright light, and then completely opened her eyes.

The misty eye touched the gray roof, and the smell of formalin lingered in the snort.

Stunned for a moment, Mu Nuanyang had already guessed that she was lying in the hospital at this time.

Fluttering under her eyes, Chaos' consciousness gradually awakened, and she vaguely remembered that he had carried her on his back last night, saying that he was going to town------

Thinking of this, Mu Nuanyang slowly turned her face, subconsciously as if she was looking for a man.

When the pale and haggard little face turned to the right, the next moment, the situation that came into view made her heart tremble for no reason.

At this moment, he was sitting in a chair with his arms under his forehead, lying on the edge of the bed, as if asleep, and he was still wearing a hospital gown.

Seeing him wearing a hospital gown, Mu Nuanyang took it for granted that he was also sick.

After all, after being in the rain for so long, it is inevitable to have a cold and fever.

Twisting his eyebrows, he looked at the man for a while, Mu Nuanyang's misty eyes rose and fell several times, and a trace of complicated feelings appeared in his eyes.

Moving her dry throat that looked like it was about to catch fire, she sighed secretly.

This sigh is not regret, but distress.

He was lying on his stomach, but from her point of view, in addition to his short, thick black hair, which was somewhat messy, you could also see a small part of his chin with a swarthy beard, and you could also see his chapped lips that were already peeling.

I looked at it in a daze for a while, and just when Mu Nuanyang was about to retract his gaze, his eyes turned and he saw that his slender and beautiful hands were covered with long and short scars.

Although it has scabbed over, and it is all skin trauma, the long scars are covered with a pair of hands, which is really distressing to look at.

It should have been injured during the rescue yesterday.

The carriage is full of broken glass slag, even if you are careful, you will hurt your hands, not to mention that at such a dangerous juncture, rescuers only think about racing against time to rescue the wounded, and they can't care so much at all.

If it hurts her to see him full of embarrassment, then seeing his scarred hands shocks her.

At that time, in that case, anyone who had a heart would participate in the rescue.

It's just that she didn't expect that he would rescue for four or five hours in a row, without even a moment of rest.

When I met him at the Shangri-La Hotel that day, he was handsome and noble, domineering and calm, and among so many elite businessmen, he could still stand proudly and stand out.

At first glance, he is the brightest luminous body, attracting people's eyes strongly.

However, it invisibly breeds a sense of awe that people stay away.

It seems that he is only suitable for standing on the top of 10,000 people, and with a wave of his hand, he can point out thousands of miles of rivers and mountains.

But he actually put down his arrogant posture and threw himself into the rescue, leaving himself embarrassed and scarred.

"Wake up!" Probably because the man didn't sleep too deeply, or faintly he felt two burning eyes looking at him, subconsciously raised his head, and actually met the woman's gaze, and after a moment of silence, he opened his mouth hoarsely to break the silence.