Young Master Qin's Heart-Eating Secret Pet

Cheng Xian had been away from the ward for a long time, but Qin Hanfeng was still standing there. He still finds it difficult to accept that Cen Ziyan committed suicide. This is not the first time. An unspeakable pain spread and fermented in his heart.

He didn't even dare to open the gauze on Cen Ziyan's wrist to see if there were three scars on it.

Countless questions hit his mind - where did her nails go?What happened to the two old scars Cheng Xian mentioned?What happened to her these three years?Why did you make yourself into such a ghost?

The door of the ward opened from the outside, and the sound of a woman's high-heeled shoes was getting closer.

Yan Xiwen.

"Doctor Cheng said that Ms. Cen will wake up tonight, so I asked someone to stew some fish..." Yan Xiwen's voice stopped abruptly, followed by the muffled sound of the thermos bucket falling to the ground.

She rushed to the bed in disbelief, carefully holding Cen Ziyan's hand, "What's going on? Miss Cen's hand...how did her hand become like this?"

The place where the nail should have grown looks like it was scraped by someone with a soldering iron, leaving only a disgusting scorched black, even a horror movie can't make this effect.

"You..." Qin Hanfeng originally wanted to ask 'Don't you know?', but he changed his words again, "You go out first."

"President, Miss Cen is already like this, can you just..." Let her go for the sake of previous love.

"Get out!" His voice could not be refused.

Yan Xiwen closed her eyes in shock, and opened them after a few seconds, with two lines of tears in the corners of her eyes.

She nodded, and said weakly, "I... the soup spilled, I'll ask someone to make it again."

The moment Yan Xiwen turned around, Cen Ziyan's fingers unconsciously moved.

The sound of her closing the door was very soft, but the person on the bed seemed to be awakened with a start, their eyelids trembled slightly, and opened in the next second.

"Are you awake?" Qin Hanfeng said with joy, "How do you feel? Does your wrist still hurt?"

There was no light outside the window, Cen Ziyan still blinked a few times unaccustomed, and when she saw the person in front of her clearly, her expression could no longer be described as disappointment.

"I'm not dead?" Her voice was very low and hoarse.

The rejoicing on his face froze instantly, and was replaced by a sullen look - even if it was death, would she still want to get rid of him?

"Since I brought you back to life, I won't allow you to die." He said blankly, "I won't let what happened four years ago happen again."

Cen Ziyan turned out of the window in despair, and closed her eyes again the next second. She even thought, if she jumped from there, everything would be relieved?

No, not anymore.

Since she is not dead, she will not die again.

She died, what about her father?
Thinking of Cen Huaisheng, Cen Ziyan tightened his frail fingers, and the fingertips touched the palm, this strange but familiar touch...

She raised her hand in horror, but there was nothing on it except the cold infusion tube.

There is no fig leaf for her embarrassment.

"Where are my gloves? Where are the gloves? Give them back!" Her voice was urgent and persistent, and a little sad.

"I've seen what I should see and what I shouldn't, so what do you need those gloves for?" He frowned, "How did you get the injury on your hand?"

Who is so cruel?

Cen Ziyan glanced at it, then curled up his fingers, hiding all these unbearables and the pain of the past under his palms.

She raised her head and gave Qin Hanfeng a bright and dazzling smile.

"Aren't these all thanks to President Qin? I dare not forget them for a day."