The servant did not respond to her words, but went about his work in the ward, first spreading all the quilts on the bed for her, and then tidying up everything in the room for her.

Although it is a high-level ward, there are special people to sort it out, but it is still not so timely, usually come at night and in the morning.

So at this stage, the ward will be a little cluttered.

The two servants had sorted it out for her, and then went to wash some fruit for her.

Jiang Yue looked at the attitude of those servants to do things, which was obviously much different from before, and she secretly thought to herself.

When Jiang Yue arrived at night, Jiang Yue didn't let them stay here, but didn't say that they wouldn't come over tomorrow, but just let them go back and have a good rest.

When the two servants heard her words, they didn't insist on staying here, after all, she didn't need to hang salt water to reduce inflammation at night, and basically didn't need help.

The servant said, "Then we will come back tomorrow morning."

Jiang Yue hummed softly.

After the maid took the dinner off the table in front of her and cleaned up everything in the room, they left the ward together, and Jiang Yue was once again the only one left in the ward.

She has rested enough here in the past few days, so she basically can't sleep at all here, lying on the bed over and over for almost half an hour, Jiang Yue seems to be telepathic, originally facing the direction of the door, suddenly the whole person turned over and looked towards the door.

And the moment her eyes fell on the door, the door of the shared room was opened, and there was a person standing in the dark, and she could only see a silhouette, not the face of the person.

But just by looking at the outline, Jiang Yue knew who it was.

"Uncle Zhang." She whispered.

She called to the man, and the man stood in the doorway, not turning on the light, but letting the light in the corridor outside the ward fall on his back, making his whole person appear half bright and half dark.

He stood there for about a minute, then walked in by the door, and as he walked in, he closed the door with his hand behind his back.

Jiang Yue heard a soft click on the door, it was the sound of the lock cylinder locking, Jiang Yue was hearing the sound, she was lying on the bed, she was sitting slightly on the edge of the bed, her hand on the quilt, a little nervously grasped the quilt.

When the figure that completely melted into the darkness walked to her bedside and finally stood next to her hospital bed, Jiang Yue's whole person was even more nervous, and grabbed the fingers of the quilt, as if to puncture the sheets.

Zhang Liuling, who was standing next to her bed, looked at her for a long time, because the heating inside was very sufficient, so Zhang Liuling took off his clothes from his body, and he put his black coat on the chair.

It was dark in the room, and if it weren't for the shallow moonlight outside, she might not even be able to see his silhouette.

She only smelled the bergamot in the air that belonged to his qualities,

The scent falls on the nose and makes people feel clear.

Eventually, he slowly sat down on the chair next to her bed, and after sitting down for a long time, he looked at her in the dark: "Give you one last chance, leave the Zhang family."

He leaned back in his chair, his voice neither high nor low, without any toughness or persuasion, he said coldly, more like waiting for her to make a choice.

When Jiang Yue heard his words, she lowered her face in the dark, but after a long time, she suddenly reached out and held his hand on the arm of the chair.

She touched it gently, first from his fingertips, and then to the top of his fingertips, and she couldn't hold it anymore, only lowered her face, and said in a very small voice: "I want to be by Uncle Zhang's side, even if it's ...... The Zhang family, it's fine."

When she said the word Zhang family, her voice subconsciously paused twice.

Zhang Liuling didn't react to her action of pulling her hand, and just looked at her coldly.

"Is this your choice?"

This tone seemed to give her one last chance to choose, his tone didn't care anything about her state, and the cool gaze made the contours of his face a little sharper in the dark.

There was a moment of silence in the ward, and the quiet factor floated in the darkness.

Jiang Yue replied, "Yes."

She was saying this, and her hand fell from his, and the moment she fell.

Zhang Liuling suddenly reached out and hugged her from the bed to her lap quite roughly, Jiang Yue was scared to death, thinking that she was about to fall, and when she grabbed the shoulder collar of his shirt and tried to stabilize her body, she found that his hand was like holding a child, her two hands were clenched under her armpits, and her whole body shrunk into a bunny in his hand.

She was frightened, she was depressed, she was uneasy, her eyes were confused, her breath was strong and unstable.

And Zhang Liuling's breath was stable in this darkness, and he looked coldly at the injuries on her face: "What did you get? Well? Does it make you happy to do it to me? Why are you going to make me stink?"

He quickly pulled out his other hand and pinched his neck hard, and Jiang Yue's whole face fell softly on the hand he was pinching her neck, like a weak puppy.

Zhang Liuling pinched her neck because of the injury on her face, but this action was really aggressive, at least in Jiang Yue's opinion, Uncle Zhang was not a person who would do such an action, but he did it today.

His hand around her neck was not forceful, but his face was a hundred times more dangerous than that action, and he said, "Look at the way you look at your face, it makes you very happy?"

"Staying in the Zhang family like this makes you happy?"

Jiang Yue knelt weakly on his legs, her whole body was weak and weak, she shook her head, bit her lip and refused to speak, but the pain in her eyes was already transmitted, and her eyes met his eyes in the dark.

"You deserve it."

He said fiercely, "You deserve to know that?"

Jiang Yue was like a weak water-colored acacia standing in the wind, her hand was delicate, she was crying, and she looked like she would fall at any time.

Seeing her like this, Zhang Liuling's hand holding her neck moved up another inch and moved it to her jaw, letting him look at him, and when Jiang Yue's eyes were overflowing, after looking at him, Zhang Liuling whispered, "What are you crying about? Isn't that all you want? If you choose it yourself, then you will suffer it yourself, don't cry in front of me, I won't feel half distressed."

Jiang Yue no longer sobbed, but silently wept, her cheeks full of tears, flowing on her still wounded cheeks.

"Are you really not distressed?"

She asked him.

After Jiang Yue asked this sentence, the next second Zhang Liuling's hand pinching her jaw was released, and the fingertips fell on the injuries on her face.