Drifting Towards You

Mu Beiting slowly lowered his eyes, not daring to think about that scene.

When he found her, she was in a coma.

There was a blood stain on the neck, shocking.

He just felt cold all over, and at that moment almost thought she was dead.

Thick fear filled his limbs and a hundred skeletons, as if he were in the freezing cold.

Mu Beiting gently kissed her on the forehead. Before he could clean her up, he wanted to commit suicide so cruelly.

When he thinks of this, his heart hurts terribly.

Was he not that important to her yet, otherwise how could she have no attachments?

Not long after, Su Xiangwan's eyelashes trembled lightly, and a pair of sleepy eyes slowly opened.

As soon as he opened his eyes, he met his deep black eyes.

"Are you awake?" She said softly, her voice still a little dumb.

"Yep."

"When did you wake up? Why don't you sleep more?"

Mu Beiting was silent, leaning on his side and half lying on top of him, with a handsome face buried in her neck, sniffing the fragrance of her hair and making no sound.

"Be careful with your arms." Su Xiangwan asked worriedly, but didn't push him away.

"Ok."

Mu Beiting still just responded, as if his interest was a little low.

Su Xiangwan couldn't help but said, "What's wrong with you? It seems unhappy?"

Mu Beiting lowered his eyes, still just silent, obviously not interested.

Su Xiangwan frowned, only to feel that he was slumped and depressed, and his heart ached, and he whispered, "Mu Beiting?"

Mu Beiting was silent for a long time, but after all he couldn't help but said, "Will you return to Song Ziming?"

His voice was low and hoarse, his eyes were dark and cold when he looked at her, but he was particularly nervous and cautious when he looked at her, as if he was afraid of hearing something he didn't want to hear.

Su Xiangwan was in a daze, only then did he realize his anxiety.

She just wanted to speak, but he suddenly avoided her sight and interrupted: "Forget it, don't say it!"

His voice was a little louder, covering up the slightest overflow of her voice.

Mu Beiting hugged her somewhat dejectedly.

He didn't want to know the answer anymore, no matter what her answer was, he wouldn't let her go.

Su Xiangwan stretched out his hand and gently raised his handsome face, and looked at him seriously: "No, I have nothing to do with him, but I don't want to owe anything."

Mu Beiting's dark eyes looked directly at her. After a long time, his throat did not move, and he slowly said, "But you want to see him as soon as you wake up, and...he saved you."

She couldn't help but chuckled, raising her head and pecking on his lips: "I just want to know how he was hurt. After all, it is to save me. If he really has three long and two shortcomings, I will feel sorry. But even if he saved me, he will change The fact that my previous life killed me can’t be ignored, now... at least I’m not owed any more."

Mu Beiting was silent, he hoped that Song Ziming could live better than anyone else, otherwise, wouldn't she want to miss him all her life.

Even so, he couldn't help but worry and be afraid, afraid that she would give him hope, afraid that she would miss him.

Mu Beiting lowered his eyes, his voice was a little dull: "I don't like you caring about him."

Su Xiangwan couldn't laugh or cry, stretched out his hand to hug him, and shrank into his arms. His small face was very close to his handsome face: "Then I don't care about him. When he gets better, we will have nothing to do."

Mu Beiting frowned, but wondered if the injury was not good?

And what if he keeps pestering her with his wounds?

A coldness flashed in Mu Beiting's eyes, he hadn't forgotten what Song Ziming said before he left today.