My wife has always been timid

In the ward.

The woman with a pale complexion lay quietly in the hospital bed, staring blankly at the ceiling. She had just experienced life and death, her eyes were dull and empty, like a child who just woke up.

With a click, the door of the ward was pushed open.

"What are you doing here?" Seeing this, Su Qingcheng who was guarding the bed immediately frowned.

Mo Shaoqian's eyes were always on Dai Xiaochun, he glanced at Su Qingcheng indifferently, and walked straight towards the hospital bed without replying.

"Mo Shaoqian!" Su Qingcheng emphasized his tone, and stretched out his hand to block the bed.

Mo Shaoqian's steps were blocked.

Knocking, the door was knocked softly, Fu Xiuyuan stood at the door and waved to Su Qingcheng shallowly.

Su Qingcheng frowned slightly.

"Come here." Fu Xiuyuan said softly, and motioned her with his eyes.

Mo Shaoqian and Dai Xiaochun had something to say.

Su Qingcheng didn't want to go out, but the person standing outside calling her was Fu Xiuyuan. She looked worriedly at Mo Shaoqian who was expressionless, and then at Dai Xiaochun who was lying on the hospital bed blankly, and bit her lower lip , still don't want to go out.

Seeing this, Fu Xiuyuan strode into the ward.

Gently holding Su Qingcheng's hand, he kissed the girl lightly on the cheek, and coaxed softly: "Don't worry, nothing will happen again."

Sure?

Su Qingcheng glanced at the man suspiciously, not believing it.

He said the same thing before, but they received the news that Dai Xiaochun cut his wrist in the middle of the night.

"I can't make a mistake this time. If I make a mistake again, I'll go back and kneel on the washboard and let you handle it." Fu Xiuyuan grabbed her hand, half coaxing and half dragging her out of the ward.

There was a moment of silence in the ward.

Mo Shaoqian stood at the door for a long time without daring to walk over, leaning against the door, staring at the woman lying in the hospital bed without blinking.

She is so white.

sickly white.

Lying in the hospital bed without a sound, quietly, if it weren't for the fluttering eyelashes, it wouldn't even look like a living person.

Finally he mustered up the courage to walk over.

The tall figure gradually approached, enveloping Dai Xiaochun, her fingertips moved lightly, and her eyes finally focused.

Just, no look.

She also looked at Mo Shaoqian numbly, neither happy nor sad, as if she had lost all her emotions, and also as if she was looking at an unfamiliar stranger.

It's like this again, she is always used to looking at him with such contemptuous eyes.

But this time he was not angry.

Mo Shaoqian walked to the hospital bed, knelt down, and gently held the woman's pale, boneless hand like a treasure.

Her hands are so cold.

The temperature spread into his heart through the palm of his hand, making him almost shiver with cold.

She is a woman, how can her hands be so cold.

Mo Shaoqian lowered his eyes and laughed at himself, raised his eyelids and stared deeply at the woman in the bed, his eyes contained complexities that she couldn't understand, suddenly he leaned over and pressed down on Dai Xiaochun, and a delicate kiss fell on Dai Xiaochun's body. injured wrist.

Dai Xiaochun's mind went blank for a while.

Mo Shaoqian gently kissed her bandaged wound one after another. She watched his movements with dull eyes. Every time he kissed, there was a numbness from the wound through the thick bandage. the itch.

It took an unknown amount of time before his lips withdrew from Dai Xiaochun's wrist.

His deep eyes met Dai Xiaochun's eyes, his brows and eyes were full of remorse, and there was a hint of begging, his fingertips gently brushed Dai Xiaochun's slightly messy bangs, and when he spoke, his voice was low and hoarse: " I'm sorry... I know I was wrong..."