C373 Not Someone She Wants to Comfort
C373 Not Someone She Wants to Comfort
Before she left, she entered a warm ward.
"Warm, have a good rest. I will accompany you tonight."
Warmth was unable to speak. She only smiled and nodded.
Xia Ling looked at Jiang Lingyun again. "Mr Ling, please take care of the warm. I'll come back later."
Jiang Lingyun had already sorted out his emotions. He smiled gently and said, "Don't worry. I will take good care of Warmth."
Xia Ling looked at the two of them, turned around, and pulled Fu Yuntine away.
There were only two people left in the ward.
Warmth looked at Jiang Lingyun, and when she saw that his gaze was still on the door, her heart ached again.
Her eyes involuntarily turned red. Warmth clenched her fists and tried her best not to cry.
Look, after staying in the hospital, she looked more and more like Lin Dai Yu. Why did she want to cry every now and then?
It was not the first time that she knew that he did not like her. Why did she have to pity herself?
Warmth bit her lips, trying her best to calm down the emotions in her heart.
A nurse came in to help warm her body temperature and prepare to receive an intravenous drip.
Jiang Lingyun's attention finally fell on the warm body.
The woman was wearing a large hospital gown, which made her small face look even thinner.
At this moment, the nurse poked the long needle into the blood vessels on the back of her hand. She frowned and moved her face to the side. She looked so scared that she did not dare to look at it.
Jiang Lingyun sighed and walked to her side and held her other hand.
Warmth was stunned. She looked up at him and touched his warm eyes.
"Don't be afraid. It will be fine soon."
Jiang Lingyun smiled at Warmth and comforted her.
Warmth was a little sour in her nose. She forced a smile at him and quickly lowered her eyes to not look at him.
He was afraid that if he looked at her, she would shed tears.
A trace of warmth came from his hand. He looked at the big hand that wrapped around him with warmth. He really wanted to tightly hold him and never let go again.
The nurse left after she hung up the drip. The warmth in her hands also disappeared.
The warmth was a little lost, so she heard Jiang Lingyun ask, "Warmth, do you want to eat something? Uh, wait, you can't eat anything at your throat for the time being. Take the medicine first."
Did he finally put his attention on himself?
Seeing Jiang Lingyun take out a few bottles from the drawer and seriously feed himself the medicine according to the instruction manual, his warm eyes still turned red.
Seeing this, Jiang Lingyun's hand that was holding the cup paused and said helplessly, "Don't cry, it's warm. I don't know how to comfort people. Once you cry, I don't know what to do."
Could it be that he didn't know how to comfort people, or was she not the person he wanted to comfort?
Warmth felt bitter in her heart. She silently wiped away her tears and took the medicine from his hand and ate it.
The room was quiet. Jiang Lingyun did not chat with Warmth anymore. He just sat on the sofa across from her and picked up the documents he brought to read. He looked up from time to time to take a look at the drip.
Warmth knew that there was no topic of conversation between him and her.
In the past, they had mostly talked about Xia Ling.
Now that her throat was broken, the two of them were even more unable to communicate.
However, she was still greedy for this moment of time. She was greedy for the time when he was sitting there and accompanying her.
It was that kind of quiet and good time.
On the other side, Xia Ling sat in Fu Yuntine's car and returned home. She hurriedly changed into a set of clothes and went to the sanatorium with Fu Yuntine, who insisted on accompanying her.
When they arrived at the sanatorium, Lan Mei had been waiting for a long time.
After the three of them greeted each other, they went to Xia Ling's grandmother's house together.