There are still a few Song Shaoyans in the university.

She nodded to her grandfather: "I recognize him as a senior, very handsome."

"Just recognize it, go and meet."

She later agreed and went on a blind date with Song Shaoyan in a restaurant.

"Sister An'an, it's too cold outside, come in." Xiaoduo stood at the door and called her.

Ning An narrowed her eyes and looked into the distance, but she didn't feel too cold.

But she went in anyway.

"An An..." Someone called her in the bedroom.

Ning An heard Song Shaoyan's voice.

"Hey? Sister An An, Mr. Song seems to be calling you." Xiaoduo also heard it.

"Let him call him." Ning An was too lazy to pay attention to it and didn't even raise her head.

"An An..." Song Shaoyan was still shouting, his tone was low and hoarse, mixed with pain.

"Sister An An, why don't you look at him?"

Ning An was so annoyed that he called her name as soon as she left.

She turned back to the bedroom.

Song Shaoyan lay on the bed in pain, his facial features frowned in pain, his brows frowned, and he kept calling her name, sometimes so light that no one could hear it.

Ning An walked over and bent down to press his hand: "What's wrong with you? What's wrong with you?"

"fine."

Ning An almost couldn't hear his voice clearly: "Do you want an injection?"

Song Shaoyan shook his head: "Don't leave..."

"Okay, I won't leave for the time being. What do you want? I'll get it for you."

"Nothing is needed...just you."

Ning An didn't know what to say.

Song Shaoyan's forehead was covered with sweat, and Ning An took a towel to wipe the sweat on his face.

"Where are you feeling uncomfortable?" Ning An asked.

"Old problem, it's okay."

Ning An knew that he had this personality and was very stubborn, so he didn't ask.

Song Shaoyan's face was very bad, pale as paper. These days it has been raining, and Ning An didn't know how he should spend it. How did he get through the past five years?

Song Shaoyan suppressed the pain and kept silent easily. He was so painful that he could not extricate himself, and he made a shallow muffled groan.

Ning An's hand that he had held tightly was already wet, all of his sweat.

"Song Shaoyan, I'll ask the driver to take you to the hospital. You will feel pain like this." Ning An's heart felt strange, and his pupils tightened.

"It's useless if I go..."

"Then have you been like this?"

"Um."

Ning An really didn't want to care about him anymore, but her eyes were closed and Song Shaoyan, who was in pain, made her unable to make up for her.

She had to keep wiping his sweat: "You always endure it like this?"

"It didn't hurt so much before..."

Ning An was not a doctor, and she didn't know what to do, so she could only let him grab his hand.

Later, it was probably so painful that he was exhausted. Song Shaoyan fell asleep and leaned against the pillow, motionless, like a child.

Ning An let go of his hand, covered him with a quilt, and sat by the bed without leaving.

In fact, when she divorced Song Shaoyan, she had no hatred for him, and the most she thought was... to be at peace with each other.

But I didn't expect him to suffer such a serious injury.

Time passed little by little, and Ning'an did not leave.

It's raining outside.

...

At around five o'clock, the night fell and Huacheng fell into darkness.

Before Song Shaoyan woke up, Ning An quietly walked out of the bedroom to help Xiaoduo do things.

"Sister An An, how is Mr. Song?" Xiaoduo was also worried, "What should I do?"

"He refused to go to the hospital, and Jiang Ci can't come back for the time being, and I don't know what to do."

"Mr. Song is so good, nothing will happen..." Xiaoduo felt sad.
Chapter completed!