Chapter 623

However, he knows that giving up at this moment is the most useless, but he still has an impulse to end all this.

Gu Beicheng looked at the figure, dejected.

"Guan'er, you can't... you can't..." Gu Beicheng can see the sadness of Leng Qingguan, but he can't get close to her, give her comfort, make her more unbearable.

Leng Qingguan doesn't know how to describe her current mood. It seems that all her tears have already disappeared from her body. Now she is like crying to express her sadness, but she doesn't know where to start.

She was walking along the long corridor of the hospital. The people who came and went had nothing to do with her. Other people's faces might be sad with the loss of their loved ones, or with the joy of welcoming a new life, but it had nothing to do with her.

If you have to pull out some relations, maybe these people in the past will give the hasty eyes to this woman who looks very haggard. Leng Qingguan is like a wandering soul now, with empty eyes and boundless walking on this long corridor.

Every time Leng Qingguan passes through the crowd, people will look at her. Maybe they are secretly guessing whether this woman has lost her father or her husband, who is the pillar of her family. She looks so haggard.

No matter how others secretly speculate, Leng Qingguan just numbs her own steps forward, and she doesn't know where she is going now, but there is an idea in her heart that tells her to leave here, leave here, leave that man, and all her grief can be relieved.

Holding the mottled wall, she walked slowly to the corner of the stairs, and then slowly sat at the end of the stairs, as if an old man in the twilight was lifeless and lost all her vitality.

In the afternoon, the warm sun is scattered. Through the window of the stairwell, the light in twos and threes falls on Leng Qingguan. It doesn't make Leng Qingguan look energetic, but more decadent.

Leng Qingwan just sat on the stairs with dull eyes. Occasionally passers-by looked at her, then left indifferently. This year, no one has two sad things. Some kind-hearted aunts pass by with a lunch box, pat her on the shoulder, and ask a few questions, but no one says anything. They shake their heads and leave immediately. Who is willing to waste time on a stranger.

She didn't know how long she had been sitting at the stairway. Her legs were numb. There was a cool feeling coming from her buttocks. She seemed to wake up from a dream with a cold smile. She blinked her dull eyes and looked forward. She gently stroked her stomach with her hands.

There used to be a living life there. She stroked her stomach and felt the afterheat from her stomach through her clothes. Only in this way could she really feel that there was a living life there, but she didn't have time to meet him and gave him a gentle hug.

It turns out that sometimes, real sadness can't shed a tear.

Leng Qingwan is cold all over, and her face is very white. Her blue sick suit looks empty on her body, just like a naughty child who steals adult's clothes.

I don't know how long it took for her to hold the wall and try to stand up. She wanted to go back and ask the man in the ward.