Huo Jingchen got off the plane and went straight to the ward.
But when he stood in front of the ward door, he felt a sense of timidity.
He suddenly didn't dare to face her, afraid to see her sad and sad, afraid to see her tears.
His Adam's apple moved slightly, and Huo Jingchen's eyes darkened a little. In the end, he slowly pushed the ward door open.
The moment he saw Zhao Siqing, he could not help but be stunned. It was as if someone had stabbed a dagger into his heart, and he immediately felt a heart-wrenching pain.
He knew that her condition would not be good, but it was not until he saw her with his own eyes that he realized how bad she was.
The petite woman wore a wide hospital gown and hugged her knees as she looked out of the window. Her pair of clear eyes were cold and clear, without any emotion. Her eyes were empty and exquisite, like a lifeless doll.
Her soft hair was casually scattered, and her already pale face looked even paler. Her long eyelashes were slightly drooping, like butterfly wings. It was so quiet that it made one's heart ache.
Huo Jingchen's throat tightened. He walked to the bedside and said softly, "Qingqing. "
Zhao Siqing still did not react. Her clear eyes looked out the window, as if she did not hear his voice at all.
Song Huaijin looked at Huo Jingchen and briefly explained the situation to him. He said in a low voice, "she's not eating, drinking, or talking now. You can talk to her. "
"Okay. " Huo Jingchen lowered his eyes and suppressed the soreness in the corners of his eyes.
After Song Huaijin and Jiang Jingming left, only Huo Jingchen and Zhao Siqing were left in the ward.
Huo Jingchen's gaze swept across her still swollen face. His eyes darkened a little. He pulled her hand and asked softly, "did you miss me? "
His fingertips were slightly cold. When they touched Zhao Siqing, she shrank back slightly.
Huo Jingchen obviously did not have any intention of letting go. He only tightened his grip on her hand. "Qingqing, it's me. "
Zhao Siqing, who had been silent all this time, finally reacted. She turned to look at Huo Jingchen and looked at him coldly, as if she was looking at an enemy. Her gaze was extremely cold.
Huo Jingchen's heart ached so much that his face turned a little Pale. He still held onto her without letting go.
His dark eyes stared straight at her and he said in a low voice, "Qingqing, I think about you every day. "
Zhao Siqing did not say a word. She lowered her eyes and looked at the hand that he was holding onto her, trying to break free.
However, Huo Jingchen was very strong. She tried for a long time but could not break free. Her eyes gradually turned red.
Huo Jingchen's heart was so stifled that he could not speak. It hurt and swelled.
He immediately let go of his hand and said in a low voice, "I brought you a gift. Can you take a look? "
He let go of his hand and Zhao Siqing pulled her hand back. She stayed a few steps away from him and still stared blankly out of the window.
This scene made Huo Jingchen's heart ache. He stared blankly at her white fingertips for a long time.
His Adam's apple moved slightly. Huo Jingchen withdrew his gaze and opened the gift.
It was a wooden music box. He saw a craftsman on the streets overseas who made it purely by hand. That night, he studied with the man for an entire night. In the following days, when he had time at the company, he had been studying sculpting.
He thought that she liked these exquisite things the most and would definitely like them.
However, he had never expected that she would turn out like this when he returned.
Huo Jingchen opened the wooden music box and placed it on the windowsill in front of her. There was a girl dancing in a dress on the music box. She was spinning on top of it, looking exceptionally exquisite.
The sound of "city in the sky" gradually began to flow in the ward.
Zhao Siqing's eyelashes trembled slightly and gradually became focused. She gradually landed on the palm-sized music box in front of her.