Drifting Towards You

After Li Mubai had finished speaking, both Si Mocheng and Xie Yunfan fell silent.

Yes, after all, the hardest thing is always Xiaoxiao in the middle.

They have insurmountable gaps and love and hate, but Xiaoxiao has never experienced or felt it.

So what qualifications do they have to blame others?

It's just a hatred that can't let go.

One would rather use despicable means to keep her behind.

But around, the person who is really embarrassed has always been Xiaoxiao.

Neither of them made any more words, nor did they aim at each other again.

Each went to the chair aside and sat down.

Si Mocheng clasped his hands and looked up in the direction of the operating room from time to time, his eyes dignified and worried.

Xie Yunfan was sitting alone in a dimly lit corner, and the whole figure was trapped in the corner, making it difficult to see his expression.

Time became slow, and every second seemed to become difficult.

The lights in the operating room did not go out for a long time, and Rong Chen never came out. They had no way of knowing her condition, so they could only pray for safety.

Su Xiangwan leaned softly in Mu Beiting's arms, a little tired.

Gu Xiangsi sat aside with his arms folded, silent.

Everyone was solemnly silent, hoping that she would be safe.

Finally, I don't know how long it took.

The lights in the operating room went out and Rong Chen came out first.

The first to meet was Su Xiangwan and Xiangsi, their eyes all falling on Rong Chen and said nervously, "How?"

Neither Si Mocheng nor Xie Yunfan moved, they just stood up from their chairs one after another, watching the movement here from a distance.

Rong Chen said warmly: "We are out of danger for the time being, but we still need to observe for a while."

"Huh...Thank God." Gu Xiangsi said softly, and his whole body relaxed.

The heart that Si Mocheng had been holding also slowly fell back, and the cold body gradually gained a little warmth.

Not long after, Li Xiaoxiao was pushed out of the operating room.

Si Mocheng stepped forward quickly, his eyes fell on the pale woman, the corners of his eyes flushed: "Xiaoxiao."

Li Xiaoxiao was still asleep, as if he didn't know the speed of life and death.

Her face was so pale that she seemed to be a bit thinner.

Xie Yunfan stood not far away, but stared at the **** the hospital bed quietly.

He still remembers staying outside the room when he was a child, waiting for her to be born.

I also remember the first time I saw her skinny and small, she felt like an ugly monkey.

But he also remembered that afterwards, her eyes were black and shiny as if they had been washed by rain, and she remembered how she grinned at him with a grin.

The little lump in the memory is now a mother.

But he has been trying to destroy her happiness.

Seeing everyone crowded and pushed her into the ward.

Xie Yunfan turned and left.

It's just that he didn't leave. Instead, he went to the rooftop of the hospital, stood in front of the railing and lit a cigarette.

A faint smoke haunted his fingertips, and his eyes fell far away.

He thought, maybe Xiaoxiao was right.

Compared to persistent hatred, perhaps parents would hope her happiness more.

Xie Yunfan stood on the rooftop for a long time.

Until later, some rusty iron gates were pushed open, and Simo City walked up.

Xie Yunfan glanced at him and said nothing.

Si Mocheng walked straight to his side, and the two men stood side by side in front of the railing on the roof, both looking into the distance.

Xie Yunfan lit a cigarette from the cigarette case and handed it to Simo City.

After Si Mocheng took out the cigarette, he held it in his mouth.

Xie Yunfan had already smoked the cigarette before, so he took another one.