The Dark Ball: The Princess' Mask

Luo Yumianying and everyone hugged each other, then dragged the suitcase and waved to everyone while walking towards the boarding gate.

"Let's go." Luo Yu Xiayang leaned down and kissed Tong Tong's pale cheek lightly, and said.

Everyone left the airport.

Luoyu Xiayang and Yi'an sent Tong back to Ovillea Hospital, while Lianyi and Jian Chenxiu went back to Helen College.During their absence, there were almost endless things to deal with, and a group of assistants were so busy that they were dizzy.

Another week passed.Hitomi had three skin grafts this week.And fortunately there was no rejection.Hitomi's recovery speed is very fast, because Lianyi always secretly replaces the medicine prescribed by the hospital with the new special medicine researched by [Mie].

For a week, Yi An and Luo Wei Xia Yang took turns taking care of Tong.Lianyi and Jian Chenxiu would come to Ovillea Hospital to visit Tong once they finished dealing with the matter at hand, and Lianyi would buy a lot of snacks every time.

When there are only Luo Yu Xia Yang and Yi An in the hospital, Tong can also watch the two men stare at each other by the way.Speaking of Yi Antong, I always feel sorry for him... hey.

What puzzled Hitomi the most was the phone call Yi'an received every day.Yi An speaks in German, and Hitomi can roughly hear what he said about "returning to China" and "taking care of" things.

Hitomi faintly felt something was wrong.

On this day, Yi An and Luo Wei Xia Yang changed shifts.Luo Yu Xiayang's throat was dry from telling stories to Tong, and he could finally go to rest for a while.

Yi An sat by the bed with a smile, and said to Tong: "Little Tong Tong~~ Shall I peel an apple for you?~~"

"Oh." Hitomi replied.Yi An took out an apple from the fruit basket on the coffee table and began to peel it carefully.Suddenly, his cell phone on the bedside table rang.Yi An shook his hand holding the knife violently, and cut off a small piece of apple.

"Yi'an?" Hitomi looked at him strangely.Yi An smiled, then picked up the phone and directly pressed "Reject Answer".

"Why didn't you answer?" Hitomi looked at him strangely.

"...There's nothing to talk about~ They're always talking about the same thing." Yi An said with a smile, and then continued to peel the apples for Tong.

Hitomi pursed her lips and said dissatisfiedly: "No! Yi'an~~ Tell me, what's the matter?~~~Is the phone number from Germany?~~~"

"...Yes, little pupil~~" Yi An replied with a smile, "It's my mother's phone number. She misses me, just asked me about my recent situation~~"

"Oh..." Hitomi nodded.

……

In the evening, Xia Yang and Yi'an switched shifts again.When Yi An went out, he looked at Luo Yu Xiayang for a long time, and then said: "Luo Yu Xiayang...I will return to Germany soon."

"...Why?" Luo Yu Xia Yang looked at Yi An with a little surprise, "Why do you want to go back all of a sudden?"

"Actually, I made a bet with my mother before Tong's [Princess Showdown]." Yi'an smiled helplessly, "The bet between me and my mother was whether Tong would become my girlfriend. If I win, I can stay with Tong in China; if I lose, I have to go back to Germany immediately. As a result,” he shrugged, “I lost. So, I have to go back.”

"...But," Luo Yu Xiayang said anxiously, "You left like this, Tong her..."

"I'll make things difficult for her." Yi'an smiled wryly. "She told me that once. So..."

"Are you leaving too?"

At some point, Hitomi appeared at the door of the ward in a wheelchair. "Little Tongtong~ why did you come out!!!" Yi An exclaimed and ran over.

Hitomi didn't answer, but still asked, "Are you leaving?"

Yi An was stunned for a moment, then said: "En..."

Hitomi looked at him.She really felt that she was sorry for Yi An, and she would feel guilty when she saw Yi An busy around her... But in her heart, she didn't want Yi An to leave, after all, she regarded Yi An as a very good friend ...what a contradiction...

"Then, let's go." Hitomi said lightly, and slid the wheelchair back to the ward.

She couldn't bear to look at the expression of the person behind her anymore.