Chapter Seventy-Two: Lin Yu's Self-Blame
Lin Yu felt guilty and distressed for his girlfriend Yang Xiaohui, and when he saw that he didn't respond for a long time, he reached out and grabbed her shoulder, infinitely pity and love.
He thought that she had fallen asleep peacefully, but he felt that her body was trembling slightly, and Lin Yu couldn't help but get nervous again.
Lin Yu first felt that it was caused by her physical injury, or that the car accident caused her to be frightened and have nightmares, and she couldn't help but feel a burst of guilt, remorse, and distress, and then she was at a loss for what to do.
Lin Yu softly shouted Yang Xiaohui's name, but there was no response, but her shoulders were already trembling.
Lin Yu tiptoed around the hospital bed to the side facing Yang Xiaohui, his movements were slow and his steps were extremely light, for fear that he would disturb her.
However, when he saw Yang Xiaohui's face, he was startled and taken aback, because she was not asleep as he thought, lying on her side on the bed with her eyes staring out of the window, as if she was thinking about something complicated and as if she was in a daze.
Lin Yu noticed that there were still tears in the corners of her eyes, and he knew that the trembling of her shoulders was due to sobbing.
"Xiaohui, what's wrong with you? Are you okay? Lin Yu was also a little confused.
"I'm fine." Yang Xiaohui said lightly.
"Is there something wrong with you?" Lin Yu still didn't know why she was crying.
"It doesn't hurt." Yang Xiaohui shook her head lightly and said.
"Why are you crying?"
"I'm fine."
Yang Xiaohui's expression was indifferent, and her tone was calm, but in Lin Yu's opinion, there seemed to be some despair in it.
Yang Xiaohui was lying on her side, half of her face buried in the pillow, her face was a little pale, as if she hadn't slept for too long.
"Xiaohui, are you really okay?" Lin Yu looked at her with some worry.
"It's fine." Yang Xiaohui replied.
"But you look ......"
"I'm fine!"
Yang Xiaohui suddenly interrupted Lin Yu's words with a loud "I'm fine" for some reason.
"Are you really okay?" Lin Yu was still a little worried.
Yang Xiaohui looked out the window and did not answer.
"That'...... Then you have a good rest, I won't bother you for now. Lin Yu saw that she didn't respond for a long time, so she had to say this.
Lin Yu turned around to leave.
"Lin Yu, don't leave yet, I'll ......," Yang Xiaohui suddenly said excitedly.
"What's wrong with you, are you okay?" Lin Yu felt that the situation was not right, and asked with concern.
"I'm good, where's the good? Not good at all! Yang Xiaohui said and suddenly cried bitterly.
"What's wrong with you?"
"I ...... I ......"
"Xiaohui, don't worry, everything has me?"
"What's the use of that?"
"What the hell is going on?"
"I'm disfigured."
"Ruined ...... Disfigured? ”
Lin Yu couldn't believe his ears.
"You're kidding me, aren't you? Where is the disfigurement? Isn't that good? Lin Yu still believed in his eyes, he didn't see any injuries on her face at all.
Yang Xiaohui didn't speak, just kept crying, and Lin Yu became more and more confused.
"Your face is fine, not hurt at all." Lin Yu thought that she had made a mistake, so she comforted her.
"Okay? What a good one! Yang Xiaohui suddenly cried even more sadly.
"You ......"
Lin Yu saw that her mood was not very stable, and thought about how to comfort her, but before she could say anything, she was so shocked by what she saw in front of her that she couldn't speak.
He saw Yang Xiaohui lying on the bed and slowly flipped her body, revealing the half of her face buried in the pillow, with a white "Vaseline gauze" on her face.
Lin Yu now knew that her injured face was under the gauze, and also knew the reason why she kept burying this half of her face in the pillow.
"Xiaohui, ...... you" Lin Yu still held on to her last hope, and wanted to ask her if she was playing a prank to trick him, but the feeling of reality had already told him that all this was too real, and there was no possibility of pranks.
Lin Yu panicked, his body began to tremble, his heart was in turmoil, he had no master, and his body stood stiffly in front of Yang Xiaohui's window, thoughtful but empty.
Yang Xiaohui also sobbed sadly, Lin Yu saw that she was crying sadly, he didn't know what was wrong, he wanted to say something to comfort him, but he felt that he was so powerless to say anything now, and he couldn't even comfort himself, how could he comfort her?
Therefore, Lin Yu also cried with her.
He thought: All the mistakes are his own fault, how could such a thing happen if he didn't doze off while driving, not to mention that Xiaohui has been reminding himself to drive carefully and pay attention to safety along the way, he is paralyzed and careless, and it is completely inappropriate, and now that he is in such a field, who can he blame if he doesn't blame himself?
Thinking about this, Lin Yu only felt that he was hateful, hateful, and hateful, hated himself for being careless, and hated himself for being so-so and irresponsible.
Now he is sad and sad, even if it is he who is injured, it will make him feel a thousand times better, and now how does he face this result, this is a result that he can't bear, and it is also the worst result.
Yang Xiaohui was just crying, it could be seen that she had been crying for a long time before Lin Yu came, and now her tears were about to dry up.