"Doesn't it hurt?" He Xiyan gently put a hand on Chen Jiahang's forehead, feeling that his body temperature was a little high, and then looking at Jiahang's lips, they were so dry that they were about to bleed.

She quickly turned around, walked to the table, opened the kettle, and began to pour water.

Suddenly, she heard a strange voice, very hoarse, as if someone was calling her "Yan Yan......"

He Xiyan immediately looked back at the door of the ward to see if anyone was coming, but no one came.

Maybe I misheard.

He Xiyan continued to pour water.

And when it was about to be full, she heard the shout again, and still called her "Yan Yan......"

"Who......"

He Xiyan turned back again, this time her gaze swept over every corner of the ward. However, in this room, apart from herself, there is only Jia Hang.

Don't......

He Xiyan suddenly opened a pair of eyes that were still a little confused, and looked at the man on the hospital bed in disbelief.

"Jiahang, it's your ......"

Chen Jiahang curled the corners of his mouth slightly, with a gentleness that he didn't have before. He nodded slightly, telling the woman in front of him that he was the one who shouted.

Bang dang!

The glass of water in He Xiyan's hand fell directly to the ground, falling to pieces, and the splash of water fell on her skirt.

Her brain seemed to have lost the ability to command, and she stood there blankly, her mouth open, ready to stuff a duck egg. She was stunned and looked at Jiahang on the hospital bed, the man who had lived with her for three years.

It's been three years, and this is the first time he's called her?

"Jiahang!" He Xiyan, who had recovered from the shock, almost rushed over.

"Jia Hang, can you speak?" He Xiyan looked at Chen Jiahang in disbelief.

The surprise in his eyes turned into an indescribable excitement.

She bit her lip hard, as if to make sure she wasn't dreaming.

Chen Jiahang nodded again, patted He Xiyan's cheek lightly, and called in a hoarse voice: "Yan Yan"

He Xiyan: ......

He Xiyan wept with joy, and her face turned extremely red at an extremely fast speed.

"Great!" She said excitedly, her heart was like a pot of boiling water, boiling in an instant.

"Jiahang, you continue to talk to me." He Xiyan no longer knew what words to use to describe his mood at the moment.

Chen Jiahang was still holding that gentle smile, he stretched out his hand, suddenly pulled hard, pulled the woman in front of him into his arms, and hugged him gently.

"Yan Yan, I'm sorry!"

It was still the same hoarse and even somewhat ugly voice, with a deep apology.

He Xiyan's heart was pounding, as if he was about to jump out.

It's been a long time since she's been so excited and joyful as she is today.

"Jiahang, great, you can speak, you can really speak." He Xiyan grabbed Jiahang's hand, and more tears welled up in her eyes, because she was excited.

She was so excited that she forgot to ask him why he was suddenly able to speak.

Chen Jiahang didn't seem to be excited because he was suddenly able to speak, he hugged He Xiyan in his arms, the woman who had been with him for three years, and gently patted her back with his hand.

He looked out the window, his eyes suddenly hot, and he couldn't help but feel sad.

In fact, he already knew her true identity, and also knew that her real name was He Xiyan, who was born in a small town in Hunan Province.