"You never pay attention to my feelings, don't ask me if I want to."

"You don't love me, you only love the girl you met for the first time, you have to keep that girl's smile......"

“……”

The image of her tearful denouncing him was still fresh in front of his eyes.

She closed her eyes tightly, as if she was content to sleep, and she didn't want to wake up at all, Quan Mo's fingers trembled.

Grin.

Who would be like him, keeping a smile so hard, guarding so tired.

Quan Mo sat down in the chair, reached out to hold An Ge's hand, held her tightly in the palm of his hand, and felt the warmth of her fingertips......

"Ange, tell me what I need to do to keep you from being hurt in any way, but still be happy every day."

Quan Mo put her hand to her lips, kissed her thin lips lightly, and her eyes suddenly turned red.

——★——★——★——★——

The next morning.

After a long sleep, An Ge woke up.

As soon as she opened her eyes, she saw the figure of Quan Mo, who was standing in front of her hospital bed, fiddling with a vase of flowers, his movements a little clumsy.

White roses are fragrant.

Pleasantly fragrant.

It is the taste that Ange likes.

The light in the ward was bright, and it was daytime.

Yesterday's night is behind us.

An Ge looked at his figure in a daze, watching him fiddle with the flower branches little by little, looking at the bloodshot in his eyes, and his heart was full of pain......

"Didn't you sleep all night?" She spoke softly, her voice a little hoarse, not as pleasant as usual.

Suddenly hearing her voice, Quan Mo's face froze, and he looked down at her blankly, and a white rose fell from his hand......

Ange lay on the hospital bed and smiled at him.

Her abrupt smile made him panic for no reason.

"Ango." Quan Mo immediately held her hand, and a pair of pitch-black pupils stared at her tightly, "Is there anything uncomfortable?" Still dizzy? ”

"Nope."

An Ge shook his head, sat up from the bed, looked down at his gauze-wrapped hand, frowned, and asked worriedly, "What's wrong with you?" How did you get hurt? ”

"You're still worried about me?"

Quan Mo looked at her with some surprise.

The first thing she said when she woke up was not to scold him, not to accuse him of what he had done, but to care about his injuries.

"Of course I'm worried about you, you're my husband." An Ge said as a matter of course, grabbing his hand to examine it carefully, his brows furrowed tightly, "What's the matter, how did you get hurt?" ”

"I'm fine."

Quan Mo in turn clasped her hand, sat down on the edge of the bed, lowered his head against her forehead, leaned tightly, and said with some eagerness, "Listen, An Ge, I know I'm wrong." ”

“……”

An Ge stared at him blankly.

"As long as you're good, can I change it? There is no Truman's world, only real ......" Quan Mo lowered his head and kissed her hand, his voice was so gentle that it was not like himself, "I can change anything for you, as long as you are good." ”

"You're not wrong, Quan Mo." An Ge felt unbelievable when he heard his nervous tone, stretched out a hand to caress his face, and a smile appeared on his clean and plain face, "I understand, you just love me." ”

“……”

She understands?

Quan Mo's eyes were full of doubt, and he stared into her eyes closely, her eyes were very clear, and there was no trace of lying.

What's wrong with her?

Wasn't she stimulated by him to faint? Why do you suddenly make it clear again?