Drifting Towards You

He was silent and did not respond.

Because I don't want her to see him now.

"Mu Beiting!" She was anxious.

After a few seconds, he finally compromised and said softly: "Okay."

In fact, he had returned to Haicheng a few days ago, but he had been in a coma and only now he woke up.

The two were tired of the long phone calls.

His voice was weak, and Su Xiangwan said more than him.

She talked to him about recent interesting things, and he kept listening shallowly and occasionally responded.

Only in this way, she feels at ease.

Later, the two of them did not know who fell asleep first, and the phone remained in their ears overnight.

The next day, Su Xiangwan asked Zheng Yulong for leave.

Fortunately, she did almost all of them once during the filming, and coupled with her usual hard work, Zheng Yulong, who has always been strict, was very tolerant to her.

Wearing a white T-shirt, a black skirt, and a gray coat, he hurried into the car.

The car drove for about an hour and drove into a high-end community near the Haicheng Film Academy.

Uncle Xiang led the way: "The young master has hated hospitals since he was a child, so he bought a suite near the hospital a few years ago. If he needs it, he will live here. It seems convenient to take pictures."

"En." Su Xiangwan stopped in front of the door with him and responded.

After a while, a doctor came to open the door, and Su Xiangwan walked in quickly.

The room is about 150 square meters, not too big.

It is still a simple modern style, with some cold tones.

The air was filled with a strong smell of medicine.

Su Xiangwan went straight to the bedroom.

Rong Chen and Li Mubai were also there, but she saw the pale-faced man on the silver-gray bed at a glance.

Many instruments were placed beside the bed to monitor the man's condition one after another.

On the side of the window, there is a drip rack with a few bottles of drips hanging on it.

Su Xiangwan's eyes were a little red, staring at him without making a sound.

Rong Chen and Li Mubai looked at her and did not speak.

She guessed that he must be injured, but never thought he would be hurt so badly.

At this time, his body was filled with tubes, his eyes were lightly closed, his brows were slightly frowned, and he was asleep very restlessly.

His face was pale, almost transparent in the sun.

There was a small scratch on his forehead, which was scabs, dark red.

She thought, he must be in pain.

Her small hand gently wrapped one of his big hands, her nose was sour, and her tears couldn't stop falling.

Li Mubai was behind him, with one hand in his pocket and said faintly: "He had been in a coma before, and the first thing he did when he woke up was to look for his mobile phone."

Rong Chen also spoke: "Sixteen hours of rescue, five days of severe illness. The danger of getting out of last night."

"OK, thank you."

Su Xiangwan spoke softly, she didn't dare to think about how hard it was for him to chat with her all night last night.

Two hours later, Mu Beiting finally woke up gradually.

His eyelashes trembled slightly, and he opened his eyes with a frown.

Entering the eye, it was a bright little face, looking at him with blushing eyes.

"Late late."

He has a hoarse voice, some surprises and some restlessness.

"En." Su Xiangwan responded softly.

His fingertips moved lightly, and he held her back: "Don't be angry."

Su Xiangwan's eyes were sore, she threw herself in his arms, and gently hugged him: "Stupid."

Mu Beiting slowly raised the corners of his lips, and with some effort, raised his arm and gently landed on her waist, applying a little bit of force.

Tears involuntarily overflowed from his eye sockets, and fell on his neck along her cheeks.

Together with her hair, it tickles him.

His voice was low, and he spoke slowly: "Miss me."

Su Xiangwan lowered his eyes and responded: "En."