Listening to Song Mingzhe's explanation, Lu Zhanyao only felt more heartbroken and uncomfortable.
She originally warned herself not to cry, but after hearing what he said, her tears still involuntarily spilled out, she nodded, and swallowed more: "Yes, I used to believe that you are really nothing, but today, I am a little I don't even believe it..."
"Zhan Yao..." Song Mingzhe looked at her heartbroken, and his heart ached so much that his voice was full of pain.
Lu Zhanyao closed his eyes, and tears rolled down his face: "You are willing to die for her, and you still say that you have nothing to do with her in front of me. Are you going to deceive me or yourself?"
She asked this sentence with a heavy heart, wanting him to give an answer, and asking him to give herself an answer.
"Zhan Yao, Shi Miao is a family member to me. If the other party was my mother, I would do the same." Song Mingzhe explained to her.
He really thinks so.
"Then what if it's me instead?" Lu Zhanyao didn't know why, and suddenly blurted out this sentence.
After saying it, she regretted it, as if she was fighting for love with Shi Miao.
Let her dignity be lowered again.
But the words that are spoken and the water that is spilled cannot be taken back.
"Of course, if it were you, I would do the same." Song Mingzhe said.
The expected answer, Lu Zhanyao was not happy because of his answer, but even more sad.
The effect of saying it and doing it is a world of difference.
Song Mingzhe said that he would die for her, but in action, he did not hesitate to block bullets.
One is the words spoken rationally, and the other is the instinctive reaction of the body without reason.
How is this comparable?
Lu Zhanyao broke free from his hand, and let out a deep breath of pain. She wiped away the tears on her face, and calmly said to Song Mingzhe, "Let's stop here."
After speaking, she turned and left.
Song Mingzhe didn't continue to chase after her. He looked at her back and felt as if his heart was empty.
One stop here, as if all his strength was taken away, making him weak and uncomfortable.
Originally, he felt uncomfortable and sad because of jio's death.
Now Lu Zhanyao left him again and left. The double blow made him lose his strength. He took two steps back in a vain manner, sat on the edge of the flower bed, lowered his head, and tears fell crazily.
...
In the afternoon, Cheng Jiuyuan boiled the formula that Shi Xiaomei gave him into a Chinese herbal soup.
He carefully bottled the soup and took it to the hospital.
Of course he didn't dare to give Shi Miao a drink, but went to Shi Xiaomei's ward to find her.
Walking into the ward, I found that the atmosphere in the ward was not right, and it was a little lower than usual.
Ye Yitong sat on the edge of the bed, frowning, Shi Xiaomei sat on the edge of the bed, his face was lifeless, very depressed.
Cheng Jiuyuan walked over lightly, and asked softly, "Xiao Mei, what's the matter?"
Ye Yitong came back to his senses first. When he saw Cheng Jiuyuan, he immediately became very excited: "Doctor Cheng, please persuade her. After she knew that Zhan Yeling was dead, she was in a daze and told her not to drink water. She doesn't even eat..."
Ye Yitong was really anxious.
Cheng Jiuyuan knew the reason, but he couldn't comfort Shi Xiaomei because he was also sad.
He took out the brewed antidote from his backpack: "Xiao Mei, this is the antidote you asked me to brew, should I give it to Shi Miao now or wait?"
Hearing this, Shi Xiaomei's eyes rolled, and she looked at him weakly: "Give me the medicine..."