Feng Sujin couldn't control the longing in her heart. She just wanted to see her Mr. Jun with her own eyes and know if he was okay.
There was still a feeling of panic and emptiness in her heart. She wanted to hug him. She also needed a hug.
She really missed him.
"Don't move around. Mr. Jun will definitely come to you as soon as he is done."
Feng Sujin shook her head and insisted: "I want to find him."
Ran Qiulan felt that Feng Sujin was usually so gentle, good-tempered and patient.
But she was very stubborn only when facing Mr. Jun.
And no one can dissuade this kind of stubbornness.
Ran Qiulan knew that persuasion was useless. When she and Yue Wuxin were together, she was also very stubborn.
Feng Sujin said, and was about to get out of bed. She held the bed with her hands and wanted to get off the ground.
But as she pushed hard, Feng Sujin hissed and took a breath of pain.
"Oh, you... your wrist was cut by you before, and it's not healed yet. You can't use too much force. If Mr. Jun finds out, it won't hurt you to death."
Ran Qiulan still remembered that Jun Mohan's eyes turned red at that moment when he saw Feng Sujin's wrist injury and knew that she had cut the blood.
Ran Qiulan looked at Mr. Jun at that time and thought he was about to cry, but maybe he controlled his emotions and bleeds from the bottom of his heart!
Feng Sujin took a breath and sat down on the bed again. She almost forgot about the injury to her wrist.
It was her hand that was cut and bled that day.
But she has no regrets. As long as she can save Jun Mohan and make the person she loves well, it doesn't matter if she sheds a little blood.
I just didn't expect it to be so painful.
"Do you know it hurts now? The way you cut your hand made me scared when I saw it. I felt like you were cutting tofu. Those were your hands!"
Feng Sujin smiled lightly, "As long as we can save Mo Han and drain his blood, it's okay."
When Ran Qiulan heard this, her heart was shocked. She opened her mouth, not knowing what to say.
At this time, she felt some breath changes in the air, and there was a strong sense of oppression.
Ran Qiulan turned around reflexively and saw the person walking in from the door, it was Mr. Jun.
She didn't know if Mr. Jun heard these words.
But when Ran Qiulan looked at Jun Mohan's eyes, there was a deep sense of pain in them, and the eyes were all red.
Ran Qiulan could guess that Jun Mohan probably heard what he just said.
She could feel the low pressure in the air.
Ran Qiulan looked at Feng Sujin and found that Feng Sujin was looking at Mr. Jun without blinking.
At this time, the two people only had each other in their eyes.
Ran Qiulan quickly and quietly left the room, leaving the space to the two of them.
The moment Feng Sujin saw Jun Mohan, she saw that he was well. She didn't know why, but her eyes felt sore. She wanted to cry, but she tried hard to hold back her emotions and prevent tears from flowing down.
She knew that when facing Jun Mohan, her heart felt fragile for no reason.
Jun Mohan had a cold aura, which was actually a feeling of heaviness.
He looked at his beloved and walked towards the bed step by step.
Neither of them spoke, they just looked at each other until Jun Mohan came to the bed and sat down. He gently picked up Feng Sujin's hand, put it on his lips and kissed her hard, saying hoarsely: " Ajin!"
This sound of Ajin seemed to come from Jun Mohan's heart, with pain, distress and many, many emotions.