Chapter 466

In the dark, only a light lamp at the foot of the bed was on, reluctantly illuminating the road at the foot.

There was no sound in the room except the creaking of her cart and the sound of her footsteps.

VIP ward is a large suite, she left the car in the living room, slowly opened the door of the room.

The quilt on the bed was messy and thrown aside. Instead of lying on it, Zheng Moyan stood alone by the window, looking out at the pale moon and silent.

The patient's uniform on his body was unexpectedly wide and loose, hanging on him like kelp, and his thin shoulder was covered under the collar, which was painfully thin.

When he heard the sound of footsteps, he looked back and laughed sarcastically:

"am I really crazy?"

he sighed and looked at the flickering shadows outside the window, and his voice was no longer in a fashionable tone.

"It's all about you in my dream. I can't sleep. I can see you when I'm awake You said, "am I crazy?"

His words stabbed Jiang Wu's heart like a needle.

I don't know why her repressed feelings slant out, facing the thin back, the pain is hard to restrain.

She remembers that a man was shot, and his life and death were uncertain.

She remembered that there was a man who was in despair and pain because she was shot and blood splashed on her face.

But she couldn't remember who this man was. If she had to give him a name, could he only be Zheng Moyan?

Feelings in the pressure cooker, transpiration of air pressure against the lid, the next moment will explode.

In order to survive and reduce her own pain, she can only find an outlet for her forgotten feelings, and this person can only be Zheng Moyan in front of her.

She forgot everything, but she remembered that she loved someone deeply.

With her hands hanging on both sides and her fingers curling gently, she slowly stepped forward and stood behind Zheng Moyan -

he obviously found something wrong with the little nurse, and was stunned to turn around, but under the influence of the wound, he was slow.

Feel a tight waist, there are hands from behind tightly around his waist!

His heart beat, even more than when he was shot.

"Should I love you?"

When her dumb voice came, Zheng Moyan trembled, and immediately realized that it was not his illusion or his dream. Jiang Wu really came, appeared in front of him alive, and took the initiative to embrace him.

"You -"

he turned around, held her wrist and stared at her in surprise.

No longer desperate eyes, overflowing with tears, which contains turbulent feelings, he never got the luxury.

After a moment of consternation, he realized what she meant. With a pain in his heart, he slowly opened her hand.

He kept a playful smile and covered up his deep self mockery. He said calmly:

"I'm not lucky. I just got shot. Don't take the right seat. Don't agree with me."

If only because he is willing to die for her, she needs the feeling of "should love him", how can he?

What's more, it's not emotion at all. It's compassion.

Jiang Wu's tears fell down in her eyes for a long time. She held him in her backhand. Her strength under her fingertips was great and urgent. She knew that Zheng Moyan had misunderstood her meaning, but she didn't know how to explain it.

His sarcastic smile at the corner of his mouth also hurt her heart. Her lips moved back and forth, choking and opening:

"Zheng Moyan, I remember, I remember what happened between us. Sorry, I may not remember all of it, but I remember, I..."

She couldn't say the last three words. She always felt an indescribable sense of disobedience.

But under the emotional contrast, reason can't resist the perceptual self thought, she thin lips pour out, said the words that make him palpitating all his life.

"I remember, I love you very much."