Unforgiving Years

110

"...You smoke again?"

    "I didn't!"

    In the silent ward, the two voices rang one after another.

    Mu Xueyi subconsciously denied it, but after all the words were spoken, he realized that it was really unnecessary for him to tell such a lie.

    The smell of smoke in the room was like a leak from a gas tank. She buried her silver and said, "There is no silver three hundred taels here." She didn't even bury it, and she was struggling with her neck.

    Under Zhou Zhenyue’s indifferent gaze, Mu Xueyi tried to distract from the topic: “Ayue, we haven’t seen each other for five days, haha...Do you miss me? I still miss you. ..."

    Zhou Zhenyue looked at her pitifully curled up on the ground holding a garbage bag, and for a while, she didn't bother to care about her smoking. She sighed and gently helped her stand up and return to bed.

    "How are your feet?"

    Mu Xueyi limped into bed.

    "It's okay, it's really okay."

    "But my people found out that you did inject the wrong medicine."

    "Do you remember the old doctor Jiang? The old doctor who helped us meet before is also in this hospital. He told me in advance that the medicine was exchanged, so I called the correct one. It’s medicine. I just don’t want to stun the snake, so I’m acting under Mu Guocheng’s supervision. If you don’t believe me, ask Ah Nong."

    Zhou Zhenyue turned her head and looked at Ge Weinong.

    Ge Wei Nong held the sofa cushion, stalemate in a posture of fanning outwards.

    His eyes were straight, like a second fool.

    Zhou Zhenyue looked back at Mu Xueyi again, "She can help you cover smoking, do you think I will believe what comes out of her mouth?"

    Mu Xueyi frowned and gave Ge Weinong a wink. Ge Weinon immediately put down the sofa cushions and quickly withdrew.

    The door was closed tightly, leaving all the accounts to the young couple to do it themselves.

    Mu Xueyi pulled Zhou Zhenyue and sat on the bed, patted the pillow, and smiled in kindness: "Ayue, are you tired from walking? Lie down."

    Zhou Zhenyue: "Don't interrupt, tell me the truth."

    Mu Xueyi looked at the ground and sighed, "It's okay."

    "...Forget it." Zhou Zhenyue squeezed her fingers, her tone a little helpless, "You don't want to say, I won't force you."

    Mu Xueyi gently pulled Zhou Zhenyue's sleeve, rubbing her fingertips, "I just don't want you to worry."

    Zhou Zhenyue glanced at her, "You are so energetic, I don't seem to have much to worry about."

    Mu Xueyi: "Just said it's okay."

    The air was silent for a while.

    Zhou Zhenyue remembered what she wanted to say when she first walked in. I missed the enthusiasm just now, and now I want to say it, but I feel stuck in my mouth, I don't know where to start.

    "cough."

    She gave a dry cough and brewed for a while.

    "I have something... I want to ask you. I wanted to ask five days ago."