It takes more than ten hours to fly from New York to Beijing.

When Ning'an came, it was the afternoon in the capital.

The sun is shining, and the clouds are gone.

She couldn't make a phone call after getting on the plane. She didn't know what she felt in her heart for those ten hours.

She didn't believe that Song Shaoyan would die. He survived the serious mine accident, so how could he die?

As soon as she got off the plane, she took a taxi to the hospital.

She is very familiar with this hospital, and she still remembers that she was diagnosed with pregnancy here.

In the VIP ward, Jiang Ci is guarding Song Shaoyan.

Song Shaoyan's back of his hands were covered with needle holes. He lay quietly on the bed, motionless, and a bottle of water was hanging on his hands.

Hearing the footsteps, Jiang Ci turned his head.

Ning'an probably just arrived from the airport, full of dust, wearing a beige long windbreaker, nine-point jeans, and the broken hair in his ears was a bit messy.

"You're here."

Ning An nodded.

"I know you will come." Jiang Ci bent his lips, "You and Song Shaoyan have something in common, they are right and wrong."

"Jiang Ci, we are not familiar with each other." Ning An glared at him.

"Okay, okay, not familiar." Jiang Ci put down the book in his hand, "Look at him, I'll go out first."

Jiang Ci was almost consciously ready to go out.

"Wait." Ning An called him, "What's wrong with him?"

"There are cases at the head of the bed, you can see it yourself." Jiang Ci pointed to the head of the bed, "He is not in a good condition, don't stimulate him."

"Where is his fiancée?"

"Fiancée..." Jiang Ci thought for a while, "Don't want him!"

After saying that, Jiang Ci went out and closed the ward door.

Ning'an went over and looked at the cases.

She didn't understand very much, but the situation was indeed serious. He had been in the hospital for more than a week.

Ning An looked at the person on the hospital bed in a blink of an eye. She was thin and depressed, and her hands were dry and rugged, and she didn't look like a man in her thirties.

The potion dripped down the infusion tube. The ward was too quiet, and the sound of the water drops was clearly heard.

Song Shaoyan's ten fingers were slender and slender. Ning An sat by the bed, staring silently at the man in front of him.

He wore a thin mask on his face.

Under the mask, Ning An could only see his eyes and lips.

She knew that Song Shaoyan was very taboo about others seeing his face, because disfigurement would be a big blow to him.

You know, he was once the school grass of the stars celebrating the moon.

"Song Shaoyan, I don't know what to see you. It takes more than ten hours to fly from New York to Beijing. It's quite tiring. When I divorced, I said that I would never interact with each other until I die, and there was no intersection between us." Ning An's voice was gentle and calm, "And, I hate you very much."

"In the past, your advantage in my eyes was probably that you looked pretty good. Apart from that, I couldn't find any other advantages you have. You are not as good as me in your studies and your personality is not as good as me." Ning An said, "But now, you have lost your biggest advantage, and your temper has become worse, so... I hate you very much."

Ning An looked at Song Shaoyan, pausing word by word, with a twinkling luster in his gentle eyebrows and eyes.

After a long time, she was silent.

She really hated the man lying on the bed, especially when he bullied her with Gu Huiyin.

She was bullied miserably by them.

She wouldn't have sympathized with the people who bullied her.

Therefore, she disliked Song Shaoyan at all.

She sat silently at the head of the bed, and had not spoken for a long time.

There was no intersection for five years, and she didn't know what to say to him anymore.
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