don't come near me anymore

The moment he hesitated, Ye Qiao had already fallen on the finely shattered glass residue, scarlet and gemstone colors pervaded, and he couldn't tell whether it was blood or red wine for a while, Ye Qiao's face was cut open with a small cut, Gu Xingzhi Because of this, he touched his face, and the sting made him wake up suddenly.

"Little Leaf!"

……

It hurts.

Ye Qiao smelled the hospital disinfectant.

He has never seen crabapple flowers at four o'clock in the morning, but he has seen enough of the life and death frontline at three o'clock in the morning. The nurses often see him in the hospital and they get to know him well over time. The clinical husband passed away when he was last hospitalized.

It is said that before his death, his close friend sang a Russian folk song for him.

Ye Qiao was lying on the hospital bed, he had calmed down a lot.

His attending physician was Dr. Zhao—unsurprisingly.

When Dr. Zhao came, Ye Qiao turned his face away. He refused to hear anything related to his illness. His face was ruined, and the wounds on his body were different in depth. Some places had stitches, and scars were inevitable. .

"Ye Qiao."

Doctor Zhao called him.

Ye Qiao turned his face away, there was no ripple in his eyes.

Dr. Zhao shook his head, looked behind him again, and then whispered: "I can give you a scar appraisal, leave Gu Xingzhi."

Ye Qiao's body trembled. It was not the first time Dr. Zhao told him this sentence, but last time he told Gu Xingzhi his whereabouts in a blink of an eye. Humans are insecure creatures, right?

Ye Qiao avoided this topic and said nothing, only when he turned around, the pain caused by the drag on his body caused him to grin and gasp.

Seeing his appearance, Dr. Zhao rushed forward to check his wounds, Ye Qiao instinctively closed his eyes, he didn't want to see how many wounds he had on his body.

"Doctor Zhao."

He opened his mouth and closed his mouth again, coughed twice before turning to say: "Doctor Zhao, has anyone come to see me?"

Dr. Zhao thought he was asking about Gu Xingzhi, shook his head and said, "He found someone to guard you. During this time, you should take good care of your wounds."

After Dr. Zhao finished speaking, he knew what it meant.

Gu Xingzhi asked someone to watch him.

He shook his head and no longer had the energy to take care of those things anymore. He thought that he rented a house from Sheng Lan, but Gu Xingzhi lost the key, so he had to find Sheng Lan first.

He was originally pale, but now his complexion is even more pale like a ghost because of excessive blood loss, his eyes can no longer hold any emotion, and ten years of "love" has worn away all the color in his eyes after all.

"Doctor Zhao."

He spoke hoarsely, and Dr. Zhao agreed, guilt made him unable to take Ye Qiao's eyes seriously.

"How long will it take me to leave the hospital?"

Dr. Zhao looked at his earnest eyes and sighed: "After five days, the stitches will be removed and you will be discharged from the hospital."

"Okay, thank you."

He closed his eyes. Dr. Zhao knew he didn't want to talk, so he went out after looking at him twice.

Ye Qiao looked up at the ceiling, knowing without thinking that Gu Xingzhi probably took his mobile phone and ID card.

……

"Brother Gu."

Lin'an looked at Gu Xingzhi with some anxiety. He threw all the broken and unbreakable things in this house, and the floor was smashed by the porcelain. Gu Xingzhi was sitting on the sofa holding a photo frame in his hand. The photos are gone.

"Brother Gu?"

Lin An yelled again, he carefully kicked away the shards of glass under his feet, the floor was stained with scarlet footprints, and he put the documents in his hand on the table.

"Ye Family..."