Chapter 1702

Driving all the way on the spacious road, the hand holding the steering wheel always can't help shivering, constantly pondering what he should say in the first sentence if he saw her, and should apologize? Or should I ask her how she's doing? Or tell her he loves her

Yin Shaolong's brain is in a mess. A man who is usually slow and methodical now seems flustered and seems to have no place to put his heart.

In this way, all the way with fear and excitement, an hour later, Yin Shaolong came to the hospital.

Until he saw the cold white building, he was more calm.

Why is Alai in the hospital?

Is she ill?

Yin Shaolong slowly stopped. Seeing that many people were holding flowers and fruit baskets in their hands, he immediately turned around and ran out to buy a bunch of white roses and fruit baskets, and then walked into the hospital building.

After inquiring about Alai's room number, Yin Shaolong walked slowly towards the ward.

Ten meters, nine meters, eight meters

Each point of the distance in the shortening, let his heart beat faster a few minutes.

It seems that he has never had such complex emotions in these years.

Yin Shaolong's Adam's apple rolled for a while, and a lot of sweat came out of his palm. Finally, he slowly stopped in front of the ward door.

He stood in front of the door, let out a breath, then turned his head and looked into the ward.

The room was very large. It was a single ward. He thought the hospital bed was close to the inside, so he could not see her expression clearly. But he knew that it was her. It must be him

Lifting his hand and pushing the door gently, Yin Shaolong's step was a little lighter, as if he was afraid of disturbing something.

The person on the bed did not seem to notice, until he came to the bedside, the whole person was like a thunderbolt, the bouquet and fruit basket in his hand fell off to the ground.

The woman in the hospital bed was thinner and weaker than before. Her face was sallow and pale. Her cheeks were sunken in. She was a little thin. She had an oxygen mask on her mouth. There were several drops on the side of her transfusion.

She sleeps with her eyes closed. Her black eyelashes seem to have lost some luster because of her haggard. Her black hair, which has been raised for many years, looks like weeds and is lifeless.

The voice of the flowers falling on the ground made her wake up. Her eyelashes trembled a few minutes, then the dark eyes opened slowly.

Xiang Tianlai raised his eyes and looked at Yin Shaolong standing by the bed. He was a little lost in his mind, but also a little surprised. It seemed that he would suddenly appear here.

I stare at him for a while, then I close my eyes gently.

It seems that I have dreamt again

I dreamed he came to see her.

The corner of the mouth of Xiang Tianlai brings up a faint smile, with a bit of happiness, but inexplicably heartache.

Yin Shaolong looked at her sunken cheeks in disbelief. She was like a dying patient. Because she was thin, her eyes looked bigger, but her heart hurt like a needle.

He stood stupidly in place, some trance, tears from the corners of his eyes unconsciously slipped down

How could she be like this?

It was difficult for him to connect the woman in front of him and her in his memory, even if he was absolutely sure that they were the same person.

The wind blows the curtains, and the sunlight comes in half wave. The warm sunshine covers the women on the bed. On the windowsill, there are several pots of jasmine just put temporarily, which makes the bitter ward more fragrant.

Yin Shaolong's thin lips trembled slightly and opened his mouth several times. When his words reached his mouth, he choked, as if he had gathered endless bitterness, which made it difficult for him to speak.