After the doctor left, Murong Mian walked to Ji Mianmian and sat down, hugging her shoulders.
Neither of them spoke. It was already bright outside and the thin morning fog had not dispersed.
Ji Mianmian's head rested on Murong Mian's shoulder. On the bed, Mrs. Murong's eyes were closed, her complexion was pale, and her brows were furrowed. Even in her sleep, the pain on her face did not dissipate.
Ji Mianmian sighed: "Mrs. Murong should love Mr. Murong very much. It would be nice if the misunderstanding could be solved earlier."
If the misunderstanding could be solved earlier, so many days of mutual torture could be avoided.
What couples fear most is not quarrels, but the lack of indifference and closedness even in quarrels.
Two people who obviously like each other become increasingly estranged because of their mutual torture. Fortunately, the misunderstanding may be resolved and they can reconcile again.
Unfortunately, the relationship may come to an end and there will be no turning back.
It's just that for two people like Madam Murong, whether it's unfortunate or lucky, the misunderstanding has finally been resolved, but the world is forever separated and we can never see each other again.
Murong Mian's fingers gently touched Ji Mianmian's shoulders and he said, "So, this is a lesson for us."
Ji Mianmian immediately turned to look at him: "I will never hide any secrets from you, but you..."
Murong Mian lowered his head and pressed his forehead against hers: "Neither can I."
"real?"
"real."
Ji Mianmian smiled sweetly at him: "If you really are hiding something from me, don't let me find out. Everything else is fine, but if you dare to hide it from me on a matter of principle, I won't let you go. "
Murong Mian hugged her waist: "I swear, it will never happen. The matter is almost over. When she gets better and officially takes over the Murong family, we will return to China."
Ji Mianmian also wanted to go back, but she was a little worried: "But, what excuse should we use to leave?"
Murong Zhihong had just died, and Mrs. Murong was deeply hit. The Murong family would definitely be in chaos for a while.
If they leave at this time, it always feels like... it's not appropriate.
"There are many excuses. As long as I am here, this is not a problem."
Ji Mianmian nodded: "Then we have to ensure that we leave after Mrs. Murong has completely taken control of the Murong family. Otherwise, she may not be able to bear it if her relatives fight back."
"Okay, you didn't get much rest last night. You're probably tired. You go to the bed next door and sleep for a while. I'll stay here to keep watch."
"No, I'm not sleepy. Your eyes are so red, so you should go and rest."
"That won't work. How can I sleep by myself and leave my wife behind? If you don't go, I won't go either."
As the two talked, time slowly slipped away. The sun came out and the mist outside evaporated. It was a sunny day today.
After Mrs. Murong fell down, it was already 5 hours when she woke up.
She opened her eyes and looked at the snow-white ceiling. She was stunned for a while, raised her hand to look at the needle on the back of her hand, and then saw Ji Mianmian guarding the bed.
She supported the bed with her arms and started slowly.
Ji Mianmian was sitting on the edge of the bed dozing off. She woke up when she heard some movement. When she saw Mrs. Murong sitting up, she quickly went to help her: "You're awake. How are you feeling? I'll get you a glass of water."
Madam Murong held her hand and shook her head: "I'm fine."
"Where's Randy?"
Ji Mianmian looked at it and licked the corner of her mouth and said, "That gentleman needs to make arrangements for his funeral. He is... busy."