Shin Wangjin sat there, his gloomy eyes fell on her red eyes and the falling tears, and finally stood up slowly.

He walked very slowly, but only a few steps away, it seemed like he had walked for a long time, a long time...

When he finally walked in front of her, Zhuang Yibo's tears had already lost control.

She could no longer see the person in front of her, but she could feel the breath on his body, and she was so familiar that she could not be more familiar with her.

She missed her, and once she thought about it very much, but later, she didn't dare to think about it again.

But now, he stood in front of her again. At such a close distance, as long as she leaned forward a little, she could touch him.

But she dared not move.

There were countless thoughts in her heart that were intertwined in chaos, but her body was stiff from beginning to end.

She couldn't see his expression, she didn't know what kind of eyes he was looking at herself at this moment - is it disgust or hatred?

But she still wanted to know, she wanted to know where he felt uncomfortable...

"Are you... sick?" she spoke again, but she could only repeat these words.

After a long time, I finally heard his answer in front of my ears: "Yes, I'm sick, what are you going to do?"

She froze suddenly, and the next moment, she couldn't help but reach out her hand, grabbed his wrist tightly, and looked at him.

She still couldn't see clearly, but at that moment, she was like a child, unable to control herself, and cried sadly and helplessly.

She couldn't see his expression clearly, but Shin Wangjin saw every change in her face until she gradually cried out-

He reached out his hand and stroked the tears that had fallen down her cheeks.

Tears slid down to his cheeks, which had already been cold, but his fingertips were warm.

Shin Wangjin slowly stroked the warmth from his fingertips, then lowered his head and kissed her lips.

...

Qianxing waited patiently downstairs for nearly half an hour.

She deliberately brought Zhuang Yibo here today. The meeting between Zhuang Yibo and Shen Wangjin was what she hoped, but she was also worried about.

Because she was still unable to tell what Shen Wangjin's attitude was now, letting Zhuang Yibo go up was simply out of trust in Shen Ruiwen.

But this trust is obviously not enough to last too long.

Qianxing looked at the time, and when half an hour came, he turned around and walked back into the building.

But as soon as I walked to the entrance, I met Shen Ruiwen, who was smiling at the corners of his eyes and eyebrows.

Seeing Shen Ruiwen's expression, Qianxing vaguely felt that he could breathe a sigh of relief, but he couldn't even relax.

Shen Ruiwen walked straight to her. Although the smile on the corner of her lips was not exaggerated, it was also obvious.

"Miss Song, everything is fine."

Qianxing suddenly glanced at him and said, "What does it mean when everything is fine?"

How could Shen Ruiwen not hear that Qianxing was making things difficult for him? But he still whispered: "Mr. Shen and Miss Zhuang should have made peace..."

Qianxing couldn't help but sneer and said, "Why?"

After saying that, she pushed Shen Ruiwen away, walked straight into the elevator, and went upstairs.

When he arrived at the door of Shen Wangjin's ward, Qianxing pushed open the door without hesitation.

Behind the wall behind the door, the two of them stood there, their figures overlapping.

Zhuang Yibo leaned against Shen Wangjin's arms, as if he was still crying.

Qianxing was immediately angry and looked at Shin Wangjin with his arms in his arms, "What does Mr. Shin mean?"

Shin Wangjin's expression quickly returned to normal, "You mean?"
Chapter completed!