Nian Xiaomu looked at Shangxin, who had already made his decision, and did not speak again.
Sometimes, we always feel silly and stubborn when we watch others make decisions.
But only when you’re really in the middle of it can you appreciate the desperation that comes with seemingly having a choice, when in fact there’s no way out.
In this world, there is no such thing as empathy.
Whoever sticks the needle in the body is the one who suffers.
The only person who understands the pain is the one who is stuck by the needle, and the rest of the people, as much as they are comforted, are only comforted.
They cannot bear the pain for you.
Nian Xiaomu was not at ease with her heart and personally sent her back to the hospital to make sure she was okay, and was just about to leave when she heard the alarming voice of an a*sistant coming from the vip ward.
“Mr Tang, you’re still on an infusion, you can’t get out of bed, your hand is bleeding ……”
Hearing the a*sistant’s words, Shang Xin’s face, who was standing outside the door, immediately changed.
Without saying a word, he pushed open the door of the room and rushed in.
Just as he stood firm, he had fallen into a warm embrace.
Tang Yuansi was still wearing his hospital gown, blue and white striped, which made his pale face, look slightly more refreshed.
Only at the moment, his eyes were a little panicked.
Like he had lost something beloved and was desperate to get it back.
He was relieved until he took Shang Xin into his arms and held him tightly.
The needle on the back of his hand was removed, starred with blood and stained the cuff of his shirt.
It was good that not too much blood had been shed.
Ushin hugged him as if sensing that something was wrong with him and asked softly, “Brother S, what’s wrong with you?”
“Where have you been?” Tang Yuan Si asked instead of answering.
His chin rested against her shoulder and his voice was low as he asked.
The small stubble he had just sprouted rubbed against her delicate skin, tickling it a little.
Just as his upper heart moved, Don Juanes hugged her tighter.
Again, he repeated the question he had asked earlier.
“Where did you go alone?”
“Nowhere, just went back to the Tang family villa and asked the housekeeper to give you a little tonic stew ……”
“I just called the villa and the housekeeper said you didn’t go back all day today.” Tang Yuan Si opened his lips slyly and interrupted her words.
The smile on Shang Xin’s face froze.
Lifting her head to look at him and meeting his clear gaze, she always felt as if he knew everything.
But it couldn’t be.
She had just finished meeting Windchime, who wouldn’t be stupid enough to tell Tang Yuansi about their deal.
Shangxin licked her lips nervously, “Actually, I was feeling a bit bored at the hospital and casually went out for a stroll, and I was afraid you’d be worried, so ……”
Tang Yuan Si: “Heart, look me in the eye and say, where did you just go.”
Shang Xin: “……”
Looking at each other with all eyes, she couldn’t say it.
It was hard to grit her teeth and to make up another lie when Don Juanes had sunk his voice.
“That’s enough! Stop saying that, you went behind my back and met Wind Bell alone didn’t you?”
“……” Shang Xin looked up in dismay, and the flash of panic on his face had confirmed his suspicions.
What’s more, Tang Yuan Si wasn’t guessing.
He hadn’t seen her when he’d woken up and had vaguely heard her saying something to him when he’d gone to sleep earlier.
He hadn’t heard it clearly at the time, but remembered her off-kilter tone of voice.
It was only when he pressed the a*sistant that he learned about Windchime’s return.
He didn’t need to ask to guess what kind of choice she would make to see Windchime alone at this time.
Tang Yuan Si’s warm palm cupped her small, whitening face.
He bowed his head slightly, his forehead resting against hers, “Listen, I never cared how long I lived, if I had to live without you, I’d rather die in your arms right now!”
