That night, Mu Yao was not feeling well.
She had that dream again.
Mu Yao was overjoyed as she took the pregnancy test results and wanted to tell Lu Jinchen the good news.
When she pushed open the door, she saw Bai Qiushui was only wrapped in a bath towel.
The scene changed.
Lu Jinchen carried Bai Qiushui into the car, leaving her coldly.
Mu Yao sat on the ground and touched her hand, which was covered in blood.
She kept calling his name.
"Lu Jinchen, Lu Jinchen!"
...
Mu Yao woke up from her dream while crying.
It had been a long time since she had the same dream. Ever since Little Mango was born, she had been thinking less and less about the past.
But that didn't mean she didn't remember.
Mu Yao touched her face, which was full of tears.
She could smell the familiar disinfectant again.
She had been with Lu Jinchen for three years, and she couldn't even count how many times she had gone to the hospital.
Endless medicine, endless tests, and annoyance.
She didn't want to think about it anymore. She had a deep fear of the hospital.
It was already dawn outside.
The wound on her head had been bandaged, and medicine had been applied to her ankles. The scratches on her body were not serious.
After a night's rest, she looked much more energetic.
But she couldn't stay for long.
She rolled out of bed and found her phone on the bed.
The first thing she did was to book the latest flight to France.
Little Mango was still waiting for her in the hospital.
Mu Yao asked the nurse about Lu Jinchen's condition.
The nurse said he had a cold and fever. However, he had many wounds on his body. He fainted because he couldn't take it anymore.
Mu Yao thought of the rain yesterday afternoon and the scene of Lu Jinchen fighting with Wang Shuo last night. He must have been injured at that time.
In the end, he still felt compassion.
She went out to buy two sets of breakfast and placed one of them back in his ward.
Lu Jinchen was still sound asleep. His face was cut a few times, and his face was pale. A needle was inserted into the back of his hand, and he was on a drip.
Perhaps it was because of the heat, Lu Jinchen kicked half of his blanket to the ground while sleeping.
Mu Yao walked over, gently picked up the blanket on the ground, and carefully covered him with it.
Mu Yao was about to get up, but her hand was suddenly grabbed by a strong force.
"Mu Yao."
Mu Yao did not know when Lu Jinchen had opened his eyes, but he was looking at her with bright eyes.
Mu Yao was shocked.
She struggled and wanted to leave.
However, Lu Jinchen had already turned over and sat up. He moved so quickly that he accidentally knocked over the infusion bottle.
With a "bang", it fell to the ground and shattered into pieces.
"Let me go!" Mu Yao struggled.
She was going to be late for her flight.
"I won't let go. If I let go, you'll run away again."
Lu Jinchen grabbed her wrist even harder and refused to let go.
The infusion bottle was broken, and blood flowed down the back of his hand into the infusion tube.
Mu Yao exclaimed, "You're bleeding."
"I won't die. Are you still going to leave? Where are you planning to go?" Lu Jinchen thought of the suitcase he saw at the stairwell yesterday and what she had said in the afternoon.
He felt a sharp pain in his heart.
"It's none of your business." Knowing she couldn't break free, Mu Yao decided to use the same trick again. She opened her mouth and bit Lu Jinchen's wrist.
"Ah!" Lu Jinchen groaned and felt a sharp pain in his arm, but he still didn't let go.
"What's going on?" The nurse heard the commotion and rushed over.
She was shocked to see the broken pieces on the ground.
"What are you guys doing? Your hand's bleeding. Don't move."
When the nurse came over, Mu Yao suddenly pulled her hand back and ran out of the door.
"Mu Yao, you dare to leave?"
The sound of a heavy object falling to the ground came from behind.
Lu Jinchen fell to the ground with the infusion tube in his hand. The needle on his back slanted into his blood vessel.
However, as if he couldn't feel the pain, he pulled out the needle and chased after Mu Yao.
His bare feet stepped on the broken glass, leaving a trail of blood.