The scene in front of him is like a tragic silent movie.

As an audience, Gu Qingcheng was full of distress, but he couldn't step forward to help her.

He felt half of his heart soaked in the icy snow water, and the other half was roasted on the blazing fire.

At the same time, the hatred for Ren Fangfang in his heart became stronger and stronger, and the anger in his eyes was so strong that it almost burst out of his eyes, turning into a black mist in the air.

Wait until Dill comes out of the bathroom and is back in bed. Gu Tingcheng deliberately lowered his steps, pushed the door, and walked in.

As if he had never seen anything, he walked over to Dill and sat down: "Ah Mai, I just went out and bought breakfast for you, try it." ”

"Hmm," Dill smiled and nodded.

Looking at her supple and well-behaved childlike appearance, his eyes couldn't help but moisten a little.

Gu Qingcheng cleared his throat and suppressed the obvious choking in his voice: "You still have gauze wrapped around your arm, don't eat it with chopsticks yourself, I'll feed you." ”

With that, he set up the small table on the hospital bed and placed the hot breakfast in front of dill.

Dill couldn't see the specific appearance of the food in front of her, and her vision was a piece of white flowers, without the slightest difference.

Gu Qingcheng carefully put two pillows behind her and carefully helped her sit up.

Then, he first scooped a spoonful of porridge and fed it to her mouth: "My stomach has been empty all night, come, take a sip of porridge to warm up." ”

The fragrant, soft and sticky rice porridge is boiled properly, and the temperature in the entrance is neither cold nor hot, and the temperature is just right.

"One more bite of food." Gu Tingcheng took a bite of the dish and fed it to the lips of dill.

Xu is closer, and the dill can vaguely distinguish a little yellow-green color.

The taste of the dishes is sour and spicy, and it is very refreshing.

"Let's have another bun." Gu Qingcheng picked up a bun and handed it to her.

Dill hesitated slightly and took the bun.

She ate one bite at a time, chewing slowly, and her movements seemed very elegant.

However, Gu Tingcheng knew that she was completely incompatible with the word elegance when she ate normally.

She has never been different from those cowardly ladies, no matter what she eats, she eats happily, and she doesn't care about her own food at all.

At this moment, the reason why she eats so slowly is probably because she is worried that the soup will spill out of the bun and stain her clothes.

After she finished eating, Gu Tingcheng took the towel that had been placed aside a long time ago, grabbed her soft little hands, and carefully cleaned her fingers.

"I want to go outside." Dill looked up at him with a big smile on her face.

The sunlight shone obliquely on her face through the narrow window of the hospital, and the originally delicate and fair face became more and more luminous and translucent, like a freshly peeled egg, tempting people to want to touch it.

"Good" Gu Tingcheng should be inherited.

But just as he was about to give orders to his men to prepare a wheelchair, Dill reached out and grabbed his sleeve.

"I want you to carry me."

Gu Tingcheng lowered his head and happened to meet the girl's sparkling eyes.

Even though her vision was blurred, her eyes still sparkled with dazzling brilliance. Among them, it is like a hot little sun, dazzling and can't take your eyes off.