When Su Xiang woke up in the evening, he was already in the hospital.
To the eye, it is white mixed with strong disinfectant smell.
She turned her head slightly and looked at her hand. There were lots of glass cuts and blood clots on her hands.
The wound should have been treated, leaving a little bit of iodophor color.
Su Xiangwan felt like a dream, a long and difficult dream.
His eyes fell on the man beside the bed. He was slightly lying on her body, tightening his eyebrows, leaving a few scratches on his face, and now there is a piece of gray.
Su Xiangwan's lips slightly curved, slowly raised his hand, could not help but caress his side face.
But one night, his face had a little light blue stubble.
Su sighs to the evening, still alive splendid.
As if sensing her touch, his eyelashes trembled and he opened his eyes.
"Late, late." Mu Beiting sat up and nervously looked at the woman in front of him.
Su Xiangwan's eyes were red: "it's me."
Mu Beiting's eyes were sour, and he held her in his arms, hoping to knead into his own blood.
Su Xiangwan slowly raised his hand and held him gently.
"It's good to see you again." Sue spoke softly to the evening.
Mu Beiting did not say anything, but held her in silence.
After a long time, he slowly let her go: "how about? Is there any discomfort? "
Su shook her head in the evening, looked at her leg and whispered, "leg It doesn't seem to move. "
"Fracture, it's going to take a while." Mu Beiting spoke in a deep voice.
Sue nodded to the later, but there was no big surprise.
At the scene of the fire, she was a little distracted, and the pain was not so obvious when something hit her leg.
But when I woke up, I found that my legs didn't seem to move, so I guess there was something wrong.
"What happened to song Ziming and aunt Han?" Sue spoke softly to the evening.
Mu Beiting was silent for a moment and said, "Song Ziming's legs are broken, ligament is broken, and there are small burns. The burn area on Han Yun's body is larger, which is not fatal."
Su was relieved at last.
He sat up and leaned against the head of the bed. Only then did he find that the man in front of him had a bandage around his arm and was in plaster.
Su Xiangwan was worried: "are you hurt? What about? Is it serious? "
"It's OK." Mu Beiting droops his eyes.
"No way Show me. "
Su Xiangwan first looked at his arm, which was in plaster and must have been fractured.
He untied his button and looked at it. He saw a big swelling on his shoulder and a scald on his back.
Su Xiang's eyes were sour at night.
Don't want to know that he must be to protect her, otherwise there is no reason, they were scalded and burned, but only she is OK.
In fact, Mu Beiting rushed in and saved Su Xiangwan at the first time.
It's just that the fire has been very big. If he wants to protect her, he will inevitably be hit.
He is not a saint. He can't give consideration to Han's mother and song Ziming at the same time.
Fortunately, not long after, the fire brigade arrived, the fire rushed in to save people, Han mother and song Ziming this can be worthy of saving their lives.
Su Xiangwan gently stroked his wound and choked: "does it hurt?"
Mu Beiting black eyes staring at her: "you kiss a kiss will not hurt."
Su Xiangwan's eyes were covered with water mist and chuckled, but she really held up and kissed him on the shoulder.
Her lips were soft and cold. Mu Beiting was stunned, but she really kissed her.