"Why is this happening?" Song Tiantian stared at the unconscious woman on the bed, and her voice shook uncontrollably: "Can you wake up and tell me an answer?" Can you? ”

Song Tiantian doesn't know how many things are true and trustworthy in her world!

She couldn't describe how she felt.

With mixed feelings, the intricate emotions are twisted into a rope, tangled in a mess, and tied into a dead knot.

A tear slipped silently from the corner of her eye, and with a 'click' sound, it landed on the back of her hand that was hanging from her lap.

She closed her eyes lightly, and the despair in her eyes was wiped away.

She was desperate, not because she was not the child of Xin Wan and Song Congli, but because she was desperate, she felt like a fool, being fooled by everyone.

Even the father-daughter relationship with Song Congli, which she once disdained the most, has become a joke at the moment.

She suppressed the bottom of her heart and sat in front of Xin Wan's hospital bed with an expressionless face.

From day to dark, she stiffened in one position, never moving.

The mobile phone in the bag buzzed and vibrate, and it took a long time for Song to withdraw from his absurd emotions.

Her fingertips trembled as she unlocked the lock of her bag.

There are two words on the screen - husband.

I can't remember when, she changed the remarks of his number from the unfamiliar 'Tang Jingyun' to the intimate 'husband'.

After much hesitation, she slid down the answer button.

"Where?" The man's quiet voice seemed to carry a magical power, smoothing the uneasiness and anxiety in her heart little by little.

"In the hospital." Her voice was hoarse, and when she spoke, she herself was startled by the unpleasant timbre of her own.

She coughed in embarrassment, trying to cover it up.

The other end was silent for a while, vaguely aware of something.

Neither of them spoke again, and there was a depressing smell of suffocation in the air.

Song Tiantian hung up the phone in a hurry, thought about it, found his number again, edited a text message and sent it over.

The above content is: "I'm going back to the apartment, you can come over tonight.] 】

In fact, the latter sentence is really unnecessary, even if Song Tiantian doesn't say it, Tang Jingyun still comes to her apartment every day and night.

Song Tiantian threw the phone into his bag and straightened his numb body.

The moment she was about to turn around, she turned back and glanced at the woman lying on the bed.

Deep in my heart, the most sensitive and vulnerable places seem to be being hit hard by sharp objects.

She suddenly quickened her pace, and hurried out of the ward as if she had fled from the desert.

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When Song Tiantian returned to the apartment, it was almost ten o'clock in the evening.

With a breath of breath in her heart, she went up from the first floor to the sixth floor in one breath.

When she was only three steps away from the sixth floor, she felt something and suddenly raised her head.

Tang Jingyun leaned obliquely, leaning lazily against the door, as if he had been waiting outside the door for a while.

He had one hand in his trouser pocket, the other holding a cigarette, and every now and then he would take a puff into his mouth.

A beautiful smoke ring spat out of his mouth.

His gaze fell on Song Tiantian's delicate, but tired face.

In front of Tang Jingyun, no matter how unfathomable her disguise is, it is just in vain, he always has the ability to see through people at a glance.

Song Tiantian subconsciously avoided her gaze, still pretending to be nothing, she went up the stairs, walked to the door, and took out the key from her bag.

"I was going to get you a key today, but I was delayed because I had something to do in the hospital during the day."

She spoke to him calmly.