“At least give me a small radio…” she almost begged, unable to bear a life without information.
And he was determined to turn this hospital room into the most torturous prison in history.
After cleaning up, he calmly sat back by the hospital bed and suddenly asked in a flat tone:
“Why did you take the bullet for me?”
Qing Yan, who was biting an apple, stiffened slightly, and after a three-second delay, answered:
“I didn’t take the bullet for you. I just thought you standing there being pointed at by a gun was stupid.”
“I wasn’t standing there waiting to die,” he said, pacing anxiously within a minute.
For two consecutive days, she was weak, and he had no outlet for his anger, several times thinking that her closed eyes and shallow breathing meant she might never wake up, preventing him from roaring at her.
The on-duty doctor and nurses at the nursing station were harassed by him every few minutes until they all swore to the heavens that if anything happened to her while unconscious, they would willingly offer their heads in apology. Only then did he feel slightly reassured.
Wei Zhanyi’s roar came, and she steadied herself, finding that he had already rushed to her face, one hand propped against the bed, his eyes like torches, burning into her. His appearance of being angry, anxious, helpless, and furious somehow tugged at her heart…
Okay! She might as well admit that she kind of liked this man.
“Why did you make me worry?” Those eyes that always kept emotions well-hidden suddenly poured out a massive amount of anxiety.
She was first shocked, then slowly widened her eyes, staring at him.
“You… worried about me?” Wasn’t he just wanting to scold her?
“Yes, from before until now, I had people transfer you from your original position just so you wouldn’t take risks, but you’re still right in front of me…” He was like a restless lion, pacing back and forth. “Every time I think of you going into water or fire, I worry endlessly, and when you’re not chasing news, you still like to court trouble! I really, really…” He looked like he wanted to strangle her.
He wasn’t usually inarticulate, but at this moment, his expression was far more eloquent than words.
