Jiu Ge’s Beloved Spirit

After standing quietly for a few seconds, she turned around and seemed to want to leave.

But soon, a hand stretched out from under the hanging curtain, trembling uncontrollably, and grabbed her wrist.

It felt as cold as jade, her fingertips shrank, and she was silent for a while.

He twisted his wrist as if trying to get away.

But then, she was pulled in forcefully.

The hanging curtain shook violently, and the fiery red figure filled with blood disappeared from the nurse's sight in an instant.

The nurse was stunned for a moment and muttered to herself: "Young people nowadays don't want to mess around in the hospital anymore, do they?"

Thinking like this, she stood up and walked over.

Standing outside the curtain, he coughed twice and said, "If you are visiting patients, please keep your voice down so as not to affect other patients' rest."

It was quiet inside the curtain, no sound.

The nurse then walked away satisfied.

Inside the covered curtain, a woman in a red dress sat on the man's lap and was held tightly by him, with a cold expression on her face.

Her peaked cap was a little low, blocking her face at this time. Only her bright red lips appeared in her sight, without any curvature or emotion.

He Yan hugged her tightly, his fingers trembling, and he kept touching her face, as if touching fragile porcelain, carefully.

She was expressionless and motionless, as if she didn't want to pay attention to him at all.

So he kissed her, again and again, from cheek to lips, and then kissed her fingers.

With red eyes, he held her tightly, a slight sob escaped from his throat.

The man who was supposed to be a naturally proud man was like a child who had been wronged and sad at this moment, buried in her neck, crying silently, tears falling drop by drop.

His broad shoulders trembled, completely exposing his vulnerable side.

With low whimpering, he kept suppressing it. He grabbed her hand and put it on his head, as if he wanted her to touch him, just like before.

The woman's expression remained cold, and she even withdrew her hand.

Without saying a word, she wanted to stand up.

But the man held her waist tightly, choked with sobs, and said, "I'm sorry."

Her movements paused.

The fragile and broken man said sorry over and over again, the warm liquid wet her hair, and he cried hard, like a child.

"sorry Sorry sorry."

"I was wrong. It's my fault. I'm sorry."

"I shouldn't have yelled at you. I shouldn't have said those angry words. It's all my fault. I'm sorry, sorry, sorry."

The woman lowered her eyes calmly and looked at him.

"Sisi, I was wrong, please forgive me, okay? I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

"I don't want to see you, I like you. I like Sisi the most. I want to marry you, and I want to see you every day."

"I'm sorry, sorry, sorry. I never dare to do it again. I really never dare to do it again."

"Please don't be angry, okay?"

He was crying so hard that he was out of breath, and his usual cold demeanor was nowhere to be seen.

When she didn't speak, he kept apologizing and apologizing.

Humbly begging her for forgiveness, he even let her go, then plopped down and knelt down.

"." The woman frowned slightly.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, Si Si, I can't do it anymore, please. Please don't be angry."

"I really don't dare to do it anymore. I take back those words. I take back those words, okay?"