He grabbed her by the shoulders and shook his head with difficulty, as if to say something to her, but not a single note came out.

Song Qingchun's shoulder was painful to be held by him, she endured it, seeing him so silent and enduring pain, Song Qingchun couldn't help but wrap around his waist, along his back, and soothe him.

Her embrace, his trembling body, stiffened for a moment, and then he burrowed into her arms.

Song Qingchun hugged him tighter, still gently stroking his back.

The pain made him sweat and soaked his and hers' clothes.

But they embraced like this, and they never separated.

Gradually, the pain began to subside, and Su Zhinian also settled down, but he held her arm and never let go.

Song Qingchun wanted to withdraw from his arms after he breathed for a long time, but woke him up who had finally fallen asleep, Song Qingchun quickly stopped his movements, patted his back, and gently coaxed him, he rubbed his head in her arms, hugged her arm a lot harder, and then fell asleep deeply.

When he was asleep, his strength was amazing, so that Song Qingchun couldn't move at all, she was afraid that if she moved too much, she would wake him up like just now, so she simply lay motionless in his arms.

His warm breath slowly sprayed on her chest, crispy, numb, melted her heart, she couldn't help but lean her head on top of his head, and then closed her eyes as well, exhaustion made sleepiness come quickly, and she quickly fell asleep with him.

-

When Su Zhinian woke up, the first thing he smelled was the sweet fragrance of Song Qingchun, and he was stunned for a moment, only to realize that he was nested in her arms.

The warm fragrance of nephrite made him dizzy for a while before he remembered what happened last night.

He hurt so badly, and she cared for him gently.

Su Zhinian's heart was extremely warm in an instant, he was afraid that he would wake her up, so he slowly pulled out of her arms, saw the blue and black under her eye sockets, thinking of her day and night in the past few days, he took her into his arms with some distress, looked at her quietly, didn't make a sound, and wanted her to sleep a little longer.

For Su Zhinian, he thought that the best thing in his life was to look at her quietly like this.

He doesn't need to say anything, he doesn't need to do anything, and that's it, he can be happy and satisfied.

Su Zhinian looked at Song Qingchun's eyes, becoming more and more gentle, more and more tender, and in the end, he couldn't help but reach out and gently touch her cheek, then touch her eyelashes, and tap her nose, and then he was amused by his own careful actions.

Smiling and smiling, Su Zhinian's expression became serious, he looked at her eyes, his love was as deep as the sea, he blinked his eyelashes gently, couldn't help but put his lips in front of her forehead, kissed it gently, and then stayed for a long time before slowly withdrawing his lips.

Su Zhinian, who was immersed in the beauty of Song Qing's youth, didn't notice it at all, and outside the ward, there was a person standing in it, taking in all of this.

-

Su's mother got up early today, packed some breakfast in the hotel, and came to the hospital.

When she walked past the window of the ward, she habitually glanced in, thinking that she would see the same picture of Song Qingchun lying on the side of Su Zhinian's bed and falling asleep, but who knew that what she saw was the scene of Su Zhinian and Song Qingchun hugging each other tightly and sleeping on the hospital bed.