Han Jing: ......

Han Jing was stunned, she was a stupid daughter, she had just woken up, and she was thinking about that scumbag. As for that pig and dog thing, she really wanted to tear it with her own hands.

"He's out." Han Jing replied lightly and put her daughter's hand into the quilt.

"Oh......" Han Xue pursed her lips, and when she heard that Ye Hao had left, a deep disappointment crossed her face.

"Ignore him." Han Jing said angrily: "He is just a brute. Han Jing made no secret of his hatred for Ye Hao now.

She used to do everything possible to get her daughter to marry Ye Hao, but she couldn't imagine that Ye Hao was so cold and indifferent now, humiliating her daughter in every way.

Han Xue smiled bitterly, she turned her head, her eyes were fixed on the place at the door, and she kept watching.

Until someone appeared at the doorway that she wanted to see.

Her titular husband, Ye Hao.

Ye Hao's face was cold, his eyes seemed to be out of focus, and he didn't know where to look.

He walked into the hospital room and then to the bedside. And at this time he finally looked at the woman on the hospital bed, a woman who looked weak and pale.

"Are you awake?" Ye Hao's voice was very faint. The corners of his mouth raised slightly, and he reluctantly hooked a smile.

Han Xue pursed her lips, because she was weak, she didn't have much strength at this time, but she tried hard to raise her hand.

Ye Hao's eyebrows twisted.

He could naturally see the meaning of Han Xue's action.

He lowered his eyes, the tangle in his eyes flashed, but after a few seconds, he still reached out his hand and grasped the woman's slender pale fingers.

Han Xue pursed her lips, and the moment she was held, she was indescribably happy in her heart. His hands were hot, the same temperature she had been familiar with, like eight years ago.

She waved her hand to her mother, motioning for her mother to go out first, some words, some things, she didn't want her mother to know.

After Han Jing went out, there was only this couple left in the ward, who were already strangers. They were also a couple many years ago, but their relationship could not stand the test. Now one is extremely bored with the other, and the other is full of hatred for the other. But at this time, they pretended to be very affectionate.

Ye Hao put Han Xue's hand back into the quilt and lifted the quilt into his hand again.

"There is so much blood, and your body is weak, don't catch a cold." He said with concern, trying to keep a smile on his lips.

"Do you care about me?" Han Xue looked at the man in front of him and looked carefully, not wanting to miss any of the man's subtle expressions, but also wanting to see the slightest trace of his feelings for himself from the man's eyes.

It's just that she can't see it, she knows, he's pretending.

It's really hard for him, pretending to be so hard.

Ye Hao said "um" lightly, even if he was concerned. In short, he didn't want to see this woman commit suicide.

He hated this woman, but he didn't want her to die.

"Ah Hao......" After the smile on Han Xue's face faded, some tears quickly welled up, and under the light, these tears condensed into small teardrops and fell down the corners of her eyes.

She reached out her hand again, this time pulling directly at the man's sleeve.

"We're not going to get divorced, okay? If you have any grievances, you can say, I will change it. Han Xue choked, then coughed several times, and the whole person looked very weak, as if she was about to die without finishing a sentence.