Dressed as the mortal enemy of the sick and charming male protagonist

It's that familiar string of numbers!

Could this... be a coincidence?

Could there be such a coincidence?

He held the ring tightly in the palm of his hand, his mind was in a trance for a while, and he strode towards the direction where the ring rolled over just now regardless of anything.

He was running, he had never been so excited before, he didn't even dare to think about it, he was eager to see who the ring was just thrown away.

I don't know how long I chased until I reached the hospital gate, and I saw a familiar figure from the back, but the man was wearing a white shirt, limping on his left leg, which was covered with a thick layer of plaster, and leaning on crutches.

He didn't even have time to think about it, he stepped forward in two or three steps, before he could shout, a black car stopped at the intersection, and then a man got out, and helped him into the back seat lightly , and then drove away non-stop, and within a short while, the car disappeared instantly.

Qi Song froze in place, the moment before was like a hallucination, he almost doubted whether he was too suspicious, but in the blink of an eye, he looked at the ring lying in his palm, that inexplicable power seemed to be boiling hot again.

He walked over to the bench beside him by accident and sat down, turned on his phone, and searched for the content that had been in arrears for several days.

When Qi Song woke up, it had been several days.

Although he lived in the ICU ward for a long time, there was still a trace of cold air, and he couldn't help but tighten the quilt tightly.

My heart throbbed in pain, I don't know why, it seemed to hurt a little more than before, and it was accompanied by an unknown feeling.

He had thought that he might never wake up again.But... I didn't expect that there would be such a real pain.

I lay alone for a long time, until Mu Tingzhou and Jiang Xu opened the door and came in.

The faces of the two were exactly the same, and it stands to reason that when he woke up, they should... their expressions would soften a little.

He tried to sweep his eyes behind them, but there was no one there.

"You don't need to look, he didn't come." Jiang Xu seemed to understand what he meant, and spoke first.

"Is he...still unwilling to come and see me?" He asked.

Jiang Xu didn't seem to know what to say, but turned his eyes to Mu Tingzhou.

Mu Tingzhou didn't speak quickly, but just walked to the chair beside the bed and sat down.

"He may not come again." Mu Tingzhou said flatly.

Qi Song didn't seem to understand him for a moment, "Why? What do you mean...?"

Mu Tingzhou pondered for a moment, then stretched out his palm towards his heart, stroked it lightly, raised his eyes and asked him, "Did you feel it?"

Qi Song lowered his eyes, looked at the back of his hand for some unknown reason, and then looked at him again, "You...speak directly if you have something to say."

"This heart should be beating more vigorously." Mu Tingzhou continued.

Jiang Xu seemed unable to bear to hear him continue, turning his face to the side with a sad expression.

"What's wrong with my heart...?"

Mu Tingzhou slowly withdrew his hand, "Your broken heart...has been thrown away."

His eyes were firm, leaving no room for doubt.

Qi Song's eyes widened suddenly, and then he glanced at his chest, and without a word, he unbuttoned his jacket, revealing his chest wrapped in thick gauze.

"You must be wondering why your heart is still beating, and you are still breathing normally, looking intact." Seeing his reaction, Mu Tingzhou answered calmly.

"So why? Why is this?" Qi Song couldn't wait to grab his sleeve and asked.

"You're so emotional, you must have already guessed something, maybe your guess is right, this heart... belongs to him."