Lu Heyun listened to the recording expressionlessly. His tightly pursed lips loosened slightly, and he said, " get out. &Quot;
"Ah he ..."
As soon as Wen Xingchen opened her mouth, he had already said ruthlessly, " I told you to get out. &Quot;
With a wave of his hand, the things on the bedside cabinet were all over the floor.
Wen Xingchen got up, her delicate features full of helplessness, and turned to leave the ward.
Lu Heyun's fingers clenched the recording pen tightly, and he wanted to throw it out. His arms were raised, and he froze in the air for a long time.
In the end, he didn't fall.
He lifted the blanket and dragged his weak body out of bed, but he couldn't.
Her legs were so heavy that she couldn't move at all, as if she was tied to the bed.
Her dark eyes flashed with panic and helplessness, and her raised hand was trembling.
He clenched his fist and hit his knee, but there was no reaction.
Again and again.
