Luo Ying.

It's really Luo Ying!

Lancelot couldn't hide his excitement, and walked towards Luo Ying on the hospital bed step by step.

After twenty years, he finally saw Luo Ying again.

He had fantasized many, many times about what it would be like when the two met again, but no matter which one they were, there was nothing like this.

Luo Ying was lying on the hospital bed, motionless, unable to even open her eyes.

How did it come to this?

How did Luo Ying become a vegetative person!

"Luo Ying ......"

Lancelot walked to the hospital bed and looked at Luo Ying lying quietly on the hospital bed, his nose and nose were sore, his eyes were hot, and he couldn't suppress the urge to cry.

"Luo Ying, I'm Lancelot, do you remember me?"

Lancelot stood on the side of the hospital bed like a stone statue, he looked at Luo Ying on the bed, and suddenly he didn't know where to start with a lot of words in his heart.

Lancelot couldn't hide his excitement like this, and his eyes stared at Luo Ying for a long time.

Suddenly seeing the old man he hadn't seen for a long time, several minutes had passed, and he hadn't organized the language yet.

Before he could think about what to say to Luo Ying, the door of the ward was suddenly pushed open from the outside.

As soon as Feng Qiyue pushed open the door, he saw a tall foreigner with long black hair standing in front of Luo Ying's ward.

"Hello, may I ask who you are?"

Seeing a foreigner appear in Luo Ying's ward, Feng Qiyue was obviously a little stunned.

Lancelot looked at the mild-mannered middle-aged man at the door of the ward, and his excitement suddenly stopped.

This man should be Luo Ying's husband, right?

"I'm sorry, I went to the wrong ward."

Lancelot, who quickly restrained his emotions, nodded at Feng Qiyue, raised his feet and walked out around the hospital bed.

Feng Qiyue looked at Lancelot who was walking towards him, he vaguely felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't say it for a while.

When he passed by Feng Qiyue, Lancelot's dark green eyes quietly turned and glanced at the other party.

Is this the man Luo Ying fell in love with later?

A man who looks elegant should be much more stable than following him, right?

After Lancelot came out of the ward, he was in no hurry to leave the hospital.