Mrs. Lu, do you want me to give you my life?

Ying Xia didn't know how she left, and she didn't know how she got to the gate of No.[-] Middle School.

The heart that had been closed not long ago was pried open again, and the past came back.

In the alley next to him, he told her not to fall in love early.

It turned out that he was waiting for her to grow up.

Going round and round, he has been struggling alone in love and hatred for so many years.

Even though he was riddled with holes, he still held up half the sky for her. In these years, except for the seriousness between the two of them, he never let her suffer the slightest grievance outside.

The debt owed by Ying Hui was supposed to be repaid by her, but in the end all the retribution fell on him. He never even hated her because of it, and still put his softest side in front of her.

Although it wasn't intentional, she did hurt him.

There has never been anyone else between them, it's just a contest between two people who love each other, but both of them went the wrong way and used the wrong way, which led to further and further distance.

The tears she had endured for a long time finally fell. She squatted on the ground, hugged herself and cried bitterly, her internal organs twitching from the pain.

Blood debts and love debts are intertwined. Whoever owes whom more and who makes more mistakes has long been unclear.

She remembered Wei Tingxi's hesitation before leaving, he said: "He didn't go on a business trip, he was hospitalized, you go and see him."

She hesitated for another day before going to the hospital.

Lu Jinchuan didn't live in Rongbai's hospital. Mr. Jiang suspected that Lu Jincheng was responsible for his injury, so he took him directly to the military hospital.

The hospital at night was very quiet. As soon as she got out of the elevator, the flower baskets stretched all the way to the end of the corridor. It turned out that everyone knew that he was hospitalized, but she didn't.

Ying Xia inquired with the staff at the nurse desk.

One of the nurses looked up at her, then lowered his head, and asked, "Who are you?"

There are too many people coming and going here these days, and there are many beautiful women among them. The person in the ward said that they all disappeared.

Ying Xia pursed her lips, "I'm his wife."

The nurse suddenly raised her eyes, "Are you Xia Xia?"

Ying Xia nodded, "I am."

The nurse smiled, "Mr. Lu lives alone on this floor, I'll take you there."

Almost at the door of the ward, Ying Xia asked her doubts, "How do you know my nickname?"

The nurse covered her mouth and smiled, "Not only I know, but the doctors and nurses in our department are very familiar with your name. When Mr. Lu was in a coma, he kept calling your name, which made our ears callous."

After finishing speaking, he had already reached the door of the ward. The nurse whispered: "Mr. Lu just fell asleep, please keep your voice low so as not to wake him up. He has trouble falling asleep. We gave him some medicine."

Ying Xia nodded in thanks, pushed the door open and walked into the ward.

The nurse sent Ying Xia into the ward, and immediately ran to share the news with her colleagues.

"It turns out that Xia Xia is his wife, and she is so beautiful, like a celebrity, and she speaks softly."

"But I'm inexplicably afraid of her. I don't know if it's because the aura of rich people is a bit strong."

Another nurse laughed and said, "You are afraid of her because you hit her husband's idea, you have a guilty conscience."

"Fart, I'm admiring, do you understand?"

"But having said that, there are too few men who are both affectionate and affectionate. Let alone the rich ones, even the impoverished Pu Xinnan wants to play games and treat women as accessories."

"It's really rare, but it's not our turn."

"You said you've been in the hospital for several days, why are you here now?"

"That's not clear."

……

In the ward of a hotel-style suite, Xing Yuan and a bodyguard were guarding the outside room. Seeing Ying Xia coming in, he hurriedly got up and called "Madam" in a low voice.

Ying Xia nodded, and pushed open the inner door.

The light in the ward was very dim, Lu Jinchuan lay flat on the bed, with his head slightly turned to the side of the door, sleeping deeply but not securely.

Through the dim light at the bedside, she saw his pale face, the stubble on his chin, she didn't know what he dreamed about, and his brows were tightly knit together.

When he fell asleep peacefully, he was not angry at all, just like a child.

Ying Xia stood and watched him for a while, then sat down on the chair beside the hospital bed.

He had an indwelling needle in his hand, and the blood vessels on the back of his hand were clearly visible.

She stretched out her fingers to touch the back of his hand, Lu Jinchuan trembled suddenly, and suddenly grabbed her hand with his backhand, Ying Xia moved closer, but he didn't wake up.

It must have been some kind of nightmare, his hand clenched tighter and tighter, and Ying Xia felt pain in his hand.

She let him hold her, stretched out her other hand to caress the center of his brow, and Lu Jinchuan slowly calmed down again.

Lu Jinchuan didn't sleep soundly this time. When he opened his eyes, it was still dark. After waking up for a while, he finally discovered the abnormality in the ward.

Like a dream, she was leaning against the bed and fell asleep quietly, and he didn't even dare to move, for fear that she would disappear in a blink of an eye.

The touch on his hand was so real, he turned his head and saw the little hand he was holding was a little cold.

The air conditioner in the ward was kept at 26 degrees, and she only wore a short-sleeved top, so that she would catch a cold when sleeping like this. No matter how beautiful the atmosphere was, he had to wake her up.

"Xia Xia." As soon as she opened her mouth, her voice was extremely dry and hoarse.

Lu Jinchuan called again, Ying Xia slowly opened his eyes, and met his gaze.

She was dazed for a while before she spoke: "Lu Jinchuan, I was dreaming."

Lu Jinchuan was startled, then laughed, "What did you dream about?"

Ying Xia was a little dazed, "I dreamed that on the day we got married, I didn't say that to you, and you didn't mention any irrelevant people. We lived happily."

That was the thing he regretted the most. Lu Jinchuan's eyes turned red immediately, almost congested. He closed his eyes, and his breathing became a little short, "I'm sorry."

Ying Xia lowered her eyes and said, "This is the third time you've said sorry to me, I don't want to hear that word."

There was silence again in the ward.

After a while, Ying Xia asked him, "Lu Jinchuan, are you in pain?"

Lu Jinchuan: "Small injury, it doesn't hurt."

"I mean when she was young, did you hurt when she hit you?" Ying Xia's throat choked.

Lu Jinchuan tightened his palms slightly and closed his eyes.