Drifting Towards You

Mu Beiting stared at him silently, his eyes cold a little.

Su Xiangwan didn't notice his reaction, but chuckled lightly, and then took Song Ziming's hand away from him, his voice hoarse: "Mr. Song, I have a husband, children and a family, and I love them very much."

Song Ziming's eyes were particularly sour, and a bitter smile appeared.

His chest seemed to be blocked by something, and it was uncomfortable for him to speak.

Yeah...he never cherished those so many lights and shadows.

How could she forgive herself now?

Su Xiangwan didn't know if he remembered something, but it was all over.

Past and present lives were originally a clear dividing line.

In the same fire, he killed him in the previous life, but in this life he sacrificed his life to save him.

In this way, it is also considered even.

Mu Beiting glanced at the desperate Song Ziming and pushed her out of the ward.

But at that moment, Song Ziming looked at her back and couldn't help saying: "Late night, have you ever loved me?"

Only then did Mu Beiting lower his eyes and push Su Xiangwan out of the ward, without letting Song Ziming wait for her answer.

Along the way, Su Xiangwan was a little lost.

It wasn't until I returned to my ward and saw Su Jincheng waiting for her that I recovered some thoughts.

"brother……"

Su Jincheng is still cold, like a bright moon, and a breeze, except that when he looks at her, his eyes are particularly gentle.

"It's okay." Su Jincheng stood in front of her, gently hugging her in his arms.

Su Xiangwan's eyes were wet, and there was no sound.

Mu Beiting was silent for a moment, and finally couldn't help separating the two.

Su Xiangwan's eyes were red, and he didn't care, but said softly, "How is it? Has the cause of the fire been found?"

Mu Beiting twisted his eyebrows, a little dissatisfied.

Why don't you ask him.

He can also answer her.

Su Jincheng nodded slightly: "It has been confirmed, it is the work of Han Mu."

Although the answer was already in his heart, Su Xiangwan couldn't help but sighed slightly.

How bitter is Auntie Han, or what is she thinking? He didn't hesitate to die in such a decisive way.

Has she ever thought about what Han Che would do if she died like this?

"Don't think so much, you can't be willful in the future." Su Jincheng spoke softly, although he did not blame her, his voice was a little more serious.

"I see, I was... too late." Su Xiangwan explained softly.

Su Jincheng nodded, and said nothing.

Until noon, Su Jincheng left because there was still work to be done in the bureau.

As soon as he left, only Su Xiangwan and Mu Beiting were left in the room.

Seeing a look of fatigue on her face, Mu Beiting said warmly: "Sleep for a while?"

Su Xiangwan thought for a while and nodded.

Seeing that his eyes were also full of bloodshot eyes, he whispered softly: "You also come up to sleep together."

Mu Beiting stared at her without making a sound, but after a few seconds, he went to bed in response.

The afternoon sun is slightly drenched, which is suitable for a nap.

Su Xiangwan slept in a daze for a long time, but Mu Beiting woke up very early.

Looking at the little man with red cheeks in his arms, Mu Beiting's eyes softened a little, and she gently wiped the sweat from her forehead.

When his eyes fell on the two bruises on his cheeks, he frowned distressedly.

The wound will form a dark red scab, which is especially clear on her white face.

The line of sight slowly fell on her neck from top to bottom.

There is a not deep cut.

Even if it is not deep, it is shocking.