Song Yansheng didn't say anything, let go of his hand, turned around somewhat awkwardly, and ran towards the intensive care unit.

Shen Yiming watched his hurriedly running figure, a slight smile playing on his lips, the anger on his face completely gone.

He glanced at the person in the corner.

Mu Xiaocheng and Ji Huaishen slowly walked out.

Ji Huaishen remained expressionless, his handsome face as cold as frost, while Mu Xiaocheng beside him was all smiles.

"Actor Shen's acting skills are quite good."

Praise without reservation.

Shen Yiming stood with one hand in his pocket, looking arrogant.

"That's right, the title of Best Actor didn't come for nothing."

He is quite confident in his acting skills.

"but……"

He suddenly frowned and glanced at Ji Huaishen.

"Your Mr. Ji's script is still the best."

After saying that, he gave a handsome smile and leisurely walked away in another direction.

Mu Xiaocheng pouted and looked up at Ji Huaishen: "I was the planner, you just helped out a little."

"Um."

Ji Huai responded in a low voice.

He really is like a little kid.

Mu Xiaocheng suddenly took his hand, pressed her face against his arm, and said obediently, "However, I really have to thank my Mr. Ji for his help. He not only came up with such a good idea, but also got help from others."

Finally, she suddenly added, "I love you so much."

These words completely pleased Ji Huaishen. He lowered his head, kissed her cheek, and said in a deep voice, "Someone like Song Yansheng needs to be provoked. Once he truly tastes the bitterness of loss, he will cherish it even more."

Although he wasn't familiar with Song Yansheng, sometimes men are all the same.

People like Song Yansheng may appear strong and aloof on the surface, but they are actually quite vulnerable inside.

If Su Xiaoling is his true love, after today's experience, he will finally understand.

Even in death, some people simply cannot let go.

Life is the most precious thing in the world because it is filled with so many emotions and hopes.

Mu Xiaocheng smiled at him and raised an eyebrow: "I didn't expect you to have been paying so much attention to them all this time."

Ji Huaishen gently rubbed her head and said softly, "I haven't been paying attention to anyone else, only you."

Mu Xiaocheng: "..."

Why is he suddenly being so flirtatious?

She smiled slightly, revealing shallow dimples on her cheeks, making her look adorable and charming.

Ji Huaishen's heart stirred, and he pinched her cheek; it was soft and endearing.

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Song Yansheng arrived at the ward, but couldn't go in yet; he could only look at her through the small window.

Her face was very pale, and she was surrounded by sophisticated monitoring equipment.

Song Yansheng frowned, his dark eyes filled with worry.

He used to be the one lying inside, but after falling into a coma, he knew nothing more.

He had never known what the people waiting outside felt, nor had he ever experienced that feeling himself.

The beloved lies inside, while those outside, no matter how worried and anxious, seem to be powerless to help.

This feeling of powerlessness is unbearable; it's like being suffocated by a heavy weight in your heart.

"Sir, are you a family member of Miss Su?"

"You can go in now. But you can't stay for too long."

A nurse wearing a mask came out of the intensive care unit and said in a low voice.

Song Yansheng nodded and carefully walked in.

He knelt beside her hospital bed and whispered, "I'm sorry."

His tone was deep and somber.