There are still a few Song Shaoyan in the university.

She nodded to her grandfather: "I recognize him, he's the senior, he's very handsome."

"As long as you recognize him, go and meet him."

She later agreed and went on a blind date with Song Shaoyan in a restaurant.

"Sister An An, it's too cold outside, come in." Xiaoduo stood at the door and called her.

Ning An squinted her eyes and looked into the distance. She didn't feel too cold.

But she went in anyway.

"An'an..." Someone called her in the bedroom.

Ning An heard the voice of Song Shaoyan.

"Huh? Sister An'an, Mr. Song seems to be calling you." Xiaoduo also heard it.

"Let him call." Ning An was too lazy to respond and didn't even raise his head.

"An'an..." Song Shaoyan was still shouting, his tone was low and hoarse, mixed with pain.

"Sister An An, why don't you take a look at him?"

Ning An was really fed up with this man. As soon as she walked away, he called her name.

She returned to the bedroom again.

Song Shaoyan lay on the bed in pain, his facial features wrinkled in pain, his brows furrowed, and he kept shouting her name, sometimes so softly that no one could hear her.

Ning An walked over and bent down to press his hand: "What's wrong with you? What's wrong with you?"

"fine."

Ning An almost couldn't hear his voice: "Do you want an injection?"

Song Shaoyan shook his head: "Don't leave..."

"Okay, I won't leave for now. What do you want? I'll get it for you."

"I don't want anything...just you."

Ning An didn't know what to say.

Song Shaoyan's forehead was covered with sweat, and Ning An took a towel to wipe the sweat from his face.

"What's wrong with you?" Ning An asked.

"It's an old problem, it's okay."

Ning An knew that he was very stubborn, so he didn't ask any questions.

Song Shaoyan's face looked very bad, as pale as paper. It had been raining these days. Ning An didn't know how he should live. How did he get here in the past five years?

Song Shaoyan suppressed the pain and kept silent. Only when the pain was too much to extricate himself did he let out a shallow grunt.

Ning An's hand that he held tightly was already wet with his sweat.

"Song Shaoyan, I will ask the driver to take you to the hospital. You will die from pain like this." Ning An felt a strange feeling in his heart and his pupils were constricted.

"It's useless even if I go..."

"Then will you always be like this?"

"Um."

Ning An really didn't want to care about him anymore, but Song Shaoyan, who had her eyes closed tightly and was in pain, made her unable to bear the pain.

She had no choice but to keep wiping his sweat: "Do you endure it like this every time?"

"It never hurt like this before..."

Ning An is not a doctor, and she doesn't know what to do, so she can only let him hold her hand.

Later, the pain probably caused him to collapse. Song Shaoyan fell asleep and leaned on the pillow, motionless like a child.

Ning An let go of his hand, covered him with a quilt, and sat by the bed without leaving.

In fact, when she divorced Song Shaoyan, she didn't have any hatred towards him. What she thought about the most was... that each of them would be well.

I didn't expect that he would be so seriously injured.

Time passed little by little, but Ning An didn't leave.

It's still raining outside.

…

At around five o'clock, night fell and Hwaseong fell into darkness.

Before Song Shaoyan woke up, Ning An quietly walked out of the bedroom to help Xiaoduo do things.

"Sister An'an, how is Mr. Song?" Xiaoduo was also very worried, "What should I do?"

"He refuses to go to the hospital. Jiang Ci won't be able to come back for the time being. I don't know what to do."
Chapter completed!