Tác giả: Su Zhishui Dịch máy
The tightly shut door of the operating theater was finally opened.
Two doctors came out first.
Yan Jun, who was originally in a daze, immediately went forward to ask when he saw this. His gaze was anxious, and his tone was nervous. "How is it? How is Ah Jin? "
The doctor was shocked and hurriedly answered, "don't worry. Madam and the child are both saved. It's just that she's still very weak right now and needs to... "
Before the doctor could finish speaking, a nurse pushed a hospital bed out from inside.
Yan Jun could not wait any longer and rushed over immediately.
His pitch-black eyes were filled with deep affection and apology as he stared at Xia Jinqi, who was lying on the sickbed with a pale face. His slender fingers gently stroked her temples. "That's great. All of you are fine. "
His teeth trembled slightly as he closed his eyes and leaned over to touch her forehead.
"DRIP... "
Warm and salty tears fell on Xia Jinqi's forehead.
At that moment, the usually cold-blooded and heartless king of hell actually shed tears.
No one noticed what happened for a moment.
Only Wen Qing... ...
In her impression, Yan Jun had the noblest bloodline and the most powerful family since he was born. He had been the crown prince that everyone in the Yan family had been chasing ever since he was young.
He was cold, arrogant, noble, elegant, and had the aura of an emperor.
But at the same time, he was also cold, unsmiling, and cold-blooded and merciless... ...
She had never seen him truly smile, let alone show an anxious expression, let alone shed tears for anyone... ...
However, all these things that she had never seen all happened to such a woman.
Wen Qing could not help but look at Xia Jinqi, who was lying on the hospital bed.
Her face was extremely Pale, as Pale as a ghost.
She seemed to have perspired a lot, and her hair was almost stuck together. She had lost all her image.
Before she came, Wen Qing had heard more or less about the situation from the nurse. She said that Xia Jinqi had lost a lot of blood when she was sent here, and she was afraid that she would not be able to keep the child.
However, Xia Jinqi had managed to accomplish such a difficult task.
Wen Qing suddenly remembered the bouquet of flowers that Xia Jinqi had sent over after her surgery... ...
The bouquet of flowers was called "a beautiful tomorrow" .
It was wrapped in cotton paper and was very elegant.
Six vibrant sunflowers were paired with green Chinese bellflowers, Gardenia leaves, and white ACACIA plums.
To be able to choose such a beautiful bouquet of flowers, one must be extremely gentle and kind... ...
Such a kind person was indeed worthy of being treated so kindly by time.
You've won, Xia Jinqi.
I'm not as good as you.
Wen Qing suddenly smiled, her mind wide and calm.
If I lost to any other woman, I wouldn't be convinced.
But I lost to you, I am convinced.
Finally, she raised her head and looked at Yan Jun..
The man she had loved deeply when she was young... ...
She thought, it's time to give up.
She silently walked to the end of the corridor, Wen Qing did not get involved anymore.
She quietly watched Yan Jun carefully push Xia Jinqi's bed away... ...
The couple gradually walked away, following the direction of the light and slowly left.
Wen Qing smiled, her eyes filled with relief.
She used to think that she would never give up on love. She used to think that she might be obsessed with a marriage until death, but she did not expect to let go just like that.
It happened in a split second.
She saw the moment when Yan Jun shed tears for Xia Jinqi.
She saw the moment when Xia Jinqi lay on the operating table and risked her life to protect her child.
Her heart finally let go.
She let go of herself and let go of them.