Hearing the man's shout, Ye Mian's raised hand paused in mid-air, her fair and slender hand tightly grasped a blood-red vase fragment, and the red blood overflowed from the fingers on the back of her hand.

The red lining of blood made her slender jade hands even whiter.

She froze there, her chest and lungs heaving greatly, and her eyes stared blankly at the man lying on the bed.

Blood flowed slowly from his short black hair, long bloody cuts had been cut in many places on his arms and chest, his sheets were stained red, and the air was filled with the smell of rust, the smell of blood.

The pearl-white silk sheets were stained with a large patch of blood red.

He—he's hurt!

"Qiao, Qiao......" Ye Mian's pupils shrank, her lips opened, she wanted to call him several times, but she couldn't make a complete sound.

Her heart hurt so much that she couldn't breathe, her hand holding the shards clenched tighter, and the sharp pieces of porcelain were embedded in the flesh, but she didn't feel a little pain.

Only a strong distress for him.

Large tears rolled down from the wide-open eye sockets and flowed down the cheeks, dripping wet and cool tears.

"Brother Qiao!"

Ye Mian was so anxious that he stomped his foot hard, and finally called out.

It was a call to him from the depths of her soul.

When I was unconscious, my mind was full of hatred for him, and I wanted to kill him.

When she was conscious, she saw that he was injured, and those wounds seemed to have been cut on her body, and the pain was heartbreaking.

She couldn't see him hurt, but by this time, he was scarred.

Ye Mian's tears rained down, she let go of her hand, the porcelain piece fell on the bed, she bent over, trying to help him up, her hands trembled, and even her teeth were chattering.

"Brother Qiao, woo...... I'm sorry, what to do...... I ......" Ye Mian looked at the motionless man, her heart was like a knife, and she sobbed and choked.

Qiao Zhanbei's brain was dizzy, and in a trance, when he heard Ye Mian's cry of pain and helplessness, his heart tightened, and he blinked his eyelids vigorously, relieving himself from the uncomfortable dizziness, and his vision gradually became clear.

In the faint light, she was on the edge of the bed, her face was flushed, her facial features were twisted, tears kept flowing from the corners of her eyes, she opened her mouth, and kept sobbing.

He looked pained and helpless, and his tearful eyes were full of distress for him.

Looking at her like this, Qiao Zhanbei's heart was like being stung by an ice pick, he hurriedly sat up, swept away the ceramic shards of a bed, and got out of bed.

His hands clasped her thin shoulders, looked at her with lowered eyes, a warm smile on the corner of his mouth, and comforted her softly: "Good, don't be afraid, I'm fine." ”

In the blurred vision, the blood on his forehead was flowing down, and there were many bloody wounds on his upper body, he actually said that it was okay, Ye Mian let out a sad cry.

She was so distressed that she kept stamping her feet, crying and sobbing, and she kept screaming: "I'm sorry! I just ...... I ......"

Full of self-blame and guilt.

"Well, I know, you don't want to, it's not your fault, no one can control their emotions at any time." What's more, she was full of hatred for him.

Seeing her burst into tears, extremely self-blaming and guilty, Qiao Zhanbei was even more distressed, he held her face, and kept wiping the tears on her cheeks with his thumb and fingertips.

But it's like cleaning glass on a rainy day, just wiped off a little, and then it flows down again.

Listening to his comforting and tolerant words, Ye Mian's tears seemed to have broken the embankment, looking at his injury, she was even more flustered, and said in a trembling voice: "Quick, go to the hospital!" ”

She remembered that she had just struck him on the head with a vase while he was asleep, and she had exhausted all her strength, and now that his head was bleeding, would he be smashed out of a concussion?

"Don't worry, I'm fine." Qiao Zhanbei lowered his head and looked at the wounds on his arms and chest, which didn't look deep, and he said softly.

As soon as the words fell, his face suddenly sank, his heart contracted, his breath suffocated, he clasped her right forearm and lifted it up.

Her slender hands, almost stained with blood.

The man gasped and asked distressedly, "Is your hand hurt?" ”

Ye Mian felt a slight throbbing pain in the palm of her hand, but how could this pain compare to her distress for him?

She shook her head and said softly, "I'm fine." ”

Qiao Zhanbei took the paper and wiped the blood off her palm.

Her delicate palm was cut with a deep bloody wound, and it was still bleeding, Qiao Zhanbei's heart felt like it had been cut, and it hurt uncomfortably.

"Let's go to the hospital right away, you can't do anything with your hand!" The man said nervously.

Listening to his words, the tip of Ye Mian's nose was sore, and he cried again.

The wound on her palm was not as serious as any wound on his body.

The two briefly treated their wounds, changed their clothes, called the driver, and rushed to the hospital early in the morning.

There are ten wounds on Qiao Zhanbei's body, six of which hurt the dermal tissue, all of which were sutured, the wound on his head was not deep, and only a simple debridement treatment was done.

The film came out, and there was no concussion.

The wound on Ye Mian's palm was long and deep, and he also had stitches.

When Shi Yanshen arrived, they were about to go home, and at that time, Ye Mian went to the bathroom.

Qiao Zhanbei and Shi Yanshen stood at the window at the end of the hospital corridor.

Hearing that Ye Mian injured him like this, Shi Yanshen frowned slightly, "When people wake up, they are in a relaxed state, unconscious, and it is difficult to control their emotions. ”

Qiao Zhanbei nodded, "When she gets along with me during the day, she is always aware and stabilizes her emotions, which is not easy. ”

"What if she hurts you more next time?" Shi Yanshen's tone was full of worry, "Before she is cured, you-"

Qiao Zhanbei understood what he meant, and he was nothing more than persuading them to separate first, he raised his hand to interrupt, and said without thinking: "No matter how she hurts me, I am willing to bear it." ”

He and Shi Yanshen hurriedly said goodbye and went to find Ye Mian.

Ye Mian came out of the bathroom and walked straight to the fire escape, she pushed open the closed iron door, as soon as the door closed, she rushed to the corner of the wall, leaning against the wall, her body was like a deflated balloon, slumped, and squatted against the wall.

She hung her head, and her tears fell on the rough concrete floor in large chunks, leaving little by little watermarks.

Thinking of the picture of her unconsciousness and taking revenge on Qiao Zhanbei to death, she herself felt that she was terrible, like a madman, and her mind was full of hatred for him.

She clenched her fists and pounded her head one at a time, what should she do?

What if he loses control in the future and hurts him even more?

She couldn't see him hurt even a bit.

Ye Mian pursed her lips, tears raging, and she hugged her body in pain and helplessness.

After a while, the sound of heavy footsteps came from far and near, a familiar masculine breath lingered on the tip of her nose, and a big hand gently covered the back of her head and stroked it gently.

It's him.

Feeling his gentle comfort, Ye Mian's throat choked with hard pain, and his tears fell even more fiercely.