It takes more than ten hours to fly from New York to Beijing.

When Ning'an arrived, it was afternoon in the capital.

The sun shines all over the city, and there are no clouds in the sky.

She couldn't make a phone call after getting on the plane, and she didn't know what she was feeling in her heart during those ten hours.

She didn't believe that Song Shaoyan would die. He had survived the serious mining accident, so how could he die?

After getting off the plane, she took a taxi to the hospital.

She was very familiar with this hospital. She still remembered that it was here that she found out she was pregnant.

In the VIP ward, Jiang Ci is guarding Song Shaoyan.

There were needle holes on the backs of Song Shaoyan's hands. He was lying quietly on the bed, motionless, with a bottle of water hanging in his hand.

Hearing the sound of footsteps, Jiang Ci turned his head.

Ning An had probably just arrived from the airport. He was dusty from all the travel. He was wearing an off-white long windbreaker, nine-point jeans, and his hair was a bit messy around his ears.

"You're here."

Ning An nodded.

"I knew you would come." Jiang Ci curled his lips, "You and Song Shaoyan have one thing in common, they talk and mean what they say."

"Jiang Ci, we are not familiar with each other." Ning An glared at him.

"Okay, okay, I'm not familiar with him." Jiang Ci put down the book in his hand, "Just take a look at him, I'll go out first."

Jiang Ci almost consciously prepared to walk out.

"Wait a minute." Ning An stopped him, "What's wrong with him?"

"There is a case at the bedside. You can take a look at it yourself." Jiang Ci pointed to the bedside, "He is not in a good condition. Don't irritate him."

"Where is his fiancée?"

"Fiancée..." Jiang Ci thought for a moment, "Don't want her anymore!"

After saying that, Jiang Ci went out and closed the ward door.

Ning'an went over and looked through the cases.

She didn't quite understand, but the situation was indeed serious and he had been in the hospital for more than a week.

Ning An turned his eyes and looked at the man on the hospital bed. He was thin and depressed, and his hands were withered and ragged. He looked nothing like a man in his thirties.

The medicine dripped down the infusion tube. The ward was so quiet that the sound of dripping could be heard clearly.

Song Shaoyan's fingers were long and slender. Ning An sat on the edge of the bed, silently staring at the man in front of her.

There was a thin mask on his face.

Under the mask, Ning An could only see his eyes and lips.

She knew that Song Shaoyan was very taboo about others seeing his face, because being disfigured would be a huge blow to him.

You know, he was once the star of the school.

"Song Shaoyan, actually I don't know why I came to see you. It takes more than ten hours to fly from New York to Beijing, which is quite tiring. When we got divorced, we said we would never see each other again, and there is no intersection between us.

Ning An's voice was soft and calm, "Besides, I really hate you."

"In the past, your advantage in my eyes was probably that you were pretty good-looking. Apart from that, I can't find any other advantages in you. Your studies are not as good as mine, and your personality is not as good as mine." Ning An said, "

But now, you have lost even your greatest advantages, and your temper has become even worse, so... I hate you very much."

Ning An looked at Song Shaoyan, word by word, his gentle brows and eyes sparkling with luster.

For a long time, she was silent.

She really hated the man lying on the bed, especially when he and Gu Huiyin bullied her.

She was bullied miserably by them.

She is not willing to sympathize with those who bully her.

Therefore, she has no sympathy for Song Shaoyan at all.

She sat silently on the bedside and didn't speak for a long time.
Chapter completed!