Mu Beiting slowly lowered his eyes and did not dare to think about that scene.
She was in a coma when he found her.
A bloodstain on the neck, shocking.
He felt cold all over, and for a moment almost thought she was dead.
His eyes were filled with fear, as if in the cold.
Mu Beiting gently kisses her forehead, he hasn't cleaned her up, unexpectedly so cruel to want to commit suicide.
His heart ached at the thought.
Is he not so important to her, otherwise how can she have no attachment.
After a while, Su Xiangwan's eyelashes trembled and her sleepy eyes opened slowly.
Open one's eyes, then on his deep dark eyes.
"Are you awake?" She spoke in a soft voice, still a little hoarse.
"Yes."
"When did you wake up? Why don't you sleep more? "
Mu Beiting was silent, half lying on his side, his handsome face buried in her neck socket, smelling the fragrance between her hair and silence.
"Watch your arms." He didn't tell Su to open it late.
"Well."
Mu Beiting still just answered, and seemed to be in low spirits.
Su Xiangwan couldn't help saying, "what's the matter with you? Seems unhappy? "
Mu Beiting hung his eyes, still just silent, obviously not interested.
Su Xiangwan frowned, and felt that he was decadent and depressed. His heart ached and he said softly, "Mu Beiting?"
Mu Beiting was silent for a long time, but he still couldn't help saying, "will you come back to song Ziming?"
His voice was low, his dark eyes were deep and cold, but he was very nervous and cautious when he looked at her, as if he was afraid to hear some answers he didn't want to hear.
Su Xiangwan was in a trance, which made him aware of his uneasiness.
She just wanted to speak, but he suddenly avoided her eyes and interrupted: "forget it, don't say it!"
He was a little louder, covering up the little noise she had just spilled.
Mu Beiting held her in a dispirited way.
He doesn't want to know the answer. No matter what her answer is, he won't let her go.
Su Xiangwan reached out and gently picked up his handsome face and looked at him seriously: "no, I have nothing to do with him, but I don't want to be in debt."
Mu Beiting's dark eyes looked directly at her. After a long time, his throat did not move, and he said slowly, "but you wake up and want to see him, and He also saved you. "
She couldn't help chuckling and pecked him on the lip: "I just want to know how his injury is. After all, it's to save me. If he really has something wrong, I'm sorry. But even if he saved me, he could not change the fact that he killed me in the previous life. Now At best, I will not be in debt. "
Mu Beiting is silent. He hopes song Ziming can live well. Otherwise, she will miss him all her life.
But even so, he could not help but worry and fear, afraid that she would give him hope, afraid she would miss him.
Mu Beiting dropped his eyes and his voice was a little stuffy: "I don't like you to care about him."
Su Xiangwan couldn't help crying and laughing. She held him in his arms and shrunk. Her small face was very close to his handsome face: "then I don't care about him. When he is hurt well, we will have nothing to do with it."
Mu Beiting frowned, but thought if the injury is not good?
And what if he kept pestering her with his wound?
Mu Beiting's eyes flashed a chill. He didn't forget what song Ziming said before he left today.