So You Have Loved Me Too

In Wu’s arms, Ji Anning’s mood slowly calmed down, she wiped her tears, raised her head, looking at the doctor with red and swollen eyes, "Doctor, when can I go out? Can you visit my uncle when?"

The doctor's attitude is still very serious, "Ms. Ji, you can take a wheelchair and go out to get some air, but you will definitely not be able to take a long time in a car. Don't think about airplanes. The risk is more than 90%."

"But..." Ji Anning shook his head.

But the uncle is in the hospital over there, and I don't know how long it will take to come back. Is it really going to take her so long to see him?

When did he open his eyes?

She thought that the first thing he saw when he opened his eyes was her, and she wanted to accompany him by his side.

She wanted to say sorry to him, next time she must listen to him, she won't be self-willed, she won't lose her temper with him.

She has so many things to say to him.

"When you do everything now, you must think about the child in your stomach. He is very fragile now and can't stand the toss." The doctor directly reminded Ji Anning in plain English.

Ji Anning bit her lip, lowered her head, and looked at her belly.

So baby, you must be good and wait for Dad to come back.

...

After the doctor left, Ji Anning sat in front of the window and looked out the window. The hot summer has been slowly coming, the sun is getting more and more fierce every day, and now many people wear long sleeves.

Vehicles coming and going, some people come and some people go.

How many people are here every day, experiencing the pain of life and death and the suffering of waiting.

"Shao Qi."

Suddenly, Sister Wu's voice came from the door, and Ji Anning immediately turned his head.

Even the ordinary hospital gowns in the hospital became unusual immediately upon his body, raising countless grades at once.

There was a spring-like smile on that evil face, and the corners of Ji Anning's lips also filled with a slight smile.

She opened her mouth and yelled softly, "Shao Qi."

Qi Helian rolled his wheelchair, moving towards Ji Anning, and said: "Xiang Yiqing said, after the dangerous period, when he wakes up, he can be transferred back soon."

One of his hands was completely embraced by gauze, and his left leg was covered with gauze. Ji Anning looked at it, feeling guilty.

She couldn't do anything except guilt and self-blame, and tears came out uncontrollably.

Qi Helian frowned, "Why cry?"

He arrived in front of Ji Anning, stretched out his good hand, and helped Ji Anning distressedly wipe away the teardrops hanging on his lower eyelashes.

Ji Anning gritted his teeth, before speaking for a long time, "I'm sorry, thank you."

She bent down and apologized to Qi Helian, then turned her face away, turned her back to him, and wiped away tears with the back of her hand.

Qi Helian tilted her neck and looked at her amusedly, "Sorry or thank you?"

Ji Anning choked up and couldn't speak, sorry, thank you too.

For so many years, Qi Helian has been invisible, visible, and has helped her in countless numbers.

"You don't need to tell me these." Qi Helian stretched out his hand, placed it on Ji Anning's head, and rubbed it in a pampering way. He said, "Thank you for being fine, and thank you Ji Chicheng for not dying. Very good, it’s worth it."

The gentle voice is full of care.

If I knew that there would be a day when I would live and die for you, in the railway station square, I would take you home directly.

But there is no if, so I can only hope you are happy, wish you happiness, and do my best to make you happy.