She ran away from him and was not to be offended by her sickly brother.

When Meng Xia woke up, his eyes were filled with dazzling white. He closed his eyes for a while before slowly opening them——

"Are you awake? How do you feel? Are you feeling better?"

A familiar voice sounded. Before Meng Xia had time to react, Song Zhihuai's face came closer, a hand reached out to her forehead, and then touched his forehead, "It seems to have retreated a little."

The man's voice was very low and soft, with an indescribable tenderness, which made Meng Xia feel a little dazed for a moment, as if she had gone back to the time when she fainted during the physical examination that year, when he was carrying her on the way to the hospital, and he comforted her so warmly. she……

"Here, drink some water."

The man's voice brought her back from her thoughts. Meng Xia narrowed her eyes and was about to refuse, but found that her throat was so dry that she could only sit up and take the water glass, taking a sip to moisten her throat.

"Ahem...why are you here?"

"You should ask yourself why you are here, having a high fever and being sent to the hospital in a coma... Meng Xia, is this the life you want after divorcing me?"

Song Zhihuai looked down at her from a high position, his eyebrows slightly tightened.

Meng Xia was startled and didn't understand why she actually heard a hint of blame in these words, as if she was making trouble unreasonably for their divorce.

Pursing her lips, the woman's voice became colder, "Song Zhihuai, it shouldn't be my fault that we got divorced, right?"

"Besides, we are divorced. Even if I get sick and am sent to the hospital, it has nothing to do with you. I never asked you to come over..."

"It was your colleague who called me on your cell phone."

Song Zhihuai suddenly interrupted her, and Meng Xia was stunned for a moment. Then she remembered that the emergency contact on her phone had not been changed. She couldn't help but pursed her lips and said in a low voice, "I've been busy these past two days and forgot about it. I'll go back when I get back." I just deleted your contact information..."

"Meng Xia, is it necessary for us to go to this point?"

Song Zhihuai interrupted her with a sigh, sat on the edge of the bed, grabbed her hand and spoke warmly, "Xia Xia, I know your life is not easy during this period, and I have realized my mistakes, so as long as you are willing … We can always start over.”

"..."

restart?

Meng Xia's eyes paused, recalling that Huo Xibai had forced her to go out early and come back late these days, and even now she even landed herself in the hospital...

"Who do you want to start over with?"

A male voice suddenly interrupted the conversation between the two, causing them to turn their heads and look at each other——

Huo Xibai, who was wearing a black coat, was seen behind the door, staring at the two of them with an indifferent expression. His eyes inadvertently swept over the hands held by the two of them, and his eyes paused——

Her heart tightened, and Meng Xia inexplicably withdrew her hand, just like Huo Xibai had bumped into her countless times when she was close to the opposite sex when she was a student, and she would always subconsciously distance herself.

But as soon as she realized it, she regretted it. After all, it was no longer five years ago, and there was no need for her to be afraid of him anymore.

However, Huo Xibai had already walked over and inserted his long legs between the two of them without any explanation. Song Zhihuai was pushed back two steps by him and immediately frowned, "What are you doing?"

Huo Xibai didn't seem to hear what he said at all. He took the cup from Meng Xia's hand and threw it into the trash can. He then took out a handkerchief and wiped her hands carefully, not even leaving the gaps between her fingers.

"Since you are already sick, you must be even more careful and don't touch anything dirty."