Huo Licheng's eyes were firm, just like when he proposed before. Cheng Cheng subconsciously touched his finger, only to find that the wedding ring on his finger had long disappeared.
Her heart, which was already silent, became even heavier now. She lowered her eyes, she couldn't get married, at least not like this...
Heartbroken, Cheng Cheng looked at Huo Licheng again. The man's firm eyes were full of heartache, making all Cheng Cheng's words stuck in his throat and unable to speak at all.
How was she going to tell him that she wasn't getting married
How could she possibly say it
Thousands of words came to mind, but Cheng Cheng's diamond-like eyes were now filled with pain and ambiguity. Huo Licheng frowned slightly: "Cheng Cheng, what's wrong?"
"Huo Licheng, I..."
She couldn't explain it. He wanted to marry her, and she wanted to marry him. Everything was obviously going well, but why... why did it become like this
Cheng Cheng has never encountered such a big setback. In fact, she still has blank spots in her mind, but Cheng Cheng also understands that things will no longer be as simple as before.
"Huo Licheng, let's drag it back."
Her words made Huo Licheng's expression change, and his handsome face suddenly turned pale as if injured: "Why... why?"
Huo Licheng, who was once strategizing, actually had a slight tremor in his voice at this moment. This slight tremor broke Cheng Cheng's heart.
In the end, the words that came out of my mouth became: "I have scars on my body, so I don't look good in a wedding dress."
Cheng Cheng would not lie, but her eyes were no longer as clean and clear as usual, and there was some sadness caused by the injury. Now that she said this, Huo Licheng did not doubt that he was there, and he breathed a deep sigh of relief. Cheng Cheng removed the gauze on his forehead and kissed her gently: "No, you are the most beautiful, my most beautiful bride."
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In the ward on the fourth floor, Zhang Yi was restrained by instruments and couldn't move. The only things he could move now were one leg and a pair of eyes. His face was divided into two by a piece of white gauze, making Zhang Yi's originally gentle face look a bit ferocious.
After the doctor finished examining him, Zhang Yi struggled to speak: "Mom, Dad, I want to be alone with Shanshan for a while."
His voice was very weak, and he didn't say a word because of the serious injury. His internal organs were in pain. Zhang Yi's mother's eyes were red and swollen into walnuts. After hearing her son's words, she glanced at Jiang Shan, and the old couple turned and walked out.
Jiang Shan sat down next to Zhang Yi and said softly: "I'm here, don't talk, or you may injure the wound."
When Jiang Shan said this, she stretched out her hand to straighten the quilt for Zhang Yi. When she finished speaking and met Zhang Yi's eyes, Jiang Shan's heart suddenly skipped a beat.
Zhang Yi is gentle, and his whole person gives people a sense of elegance, so his eyes when looking at people are always gentle, calm, and calm.
But now, when he looked at Jiang Shan, his eyes were filled with many emotions, his eyes were painful, desperate, and cold.
Jiang Shan subconsciously clenched her hands, kept her face calm, and forced a smile: "What's wrong? Why are you looking at me like that?"
Zhang Yi licked his lips with his tongue, and it took him a long time to utter three words: "Why?"
The smile on Jiang Shan's face froze, and Zhang Yi's eyes became a little aggressive. Jiang Shan felt an invisible pressure, but she still smiled and said: "Why? What are you talking about? Why can't I understand?" ?”