A moment later, as if he had been electrocuted, he hurriedly withdrew his hand.

He couldn't let himself go like this.

He tried to stand up, but it was difficult and strenuous because of the prosthetic leg on his right leg.

He got up in a very awkward manner.

He used one hand to support himself on the edge and stood up.

The pain in his leg stimulated his nerves, giving him a brief moment of clarity.

He bent down and pressed a light kiss to her forehead, which she had just been strolling on.

He said in a hoarse voice, "I'm sorry."

After saying that, he straightened up, turned around and left.

Just as he was about to take a step, he heard Mu Xiaocheng's voice coming from behind him.

"Ji Huaishen, how dare you leave!"

Her tone was fierce, but due to her weakness, her voice was weak and feeble, conveying a sense of pale helplessness.

Ji Huaishen's body suddenly stiffened, but he did not turn around.

Mu Xiaocheng looked at his retreating figure and said in a hoarse voice, "I don't mind, Ji Huaishen. I don't mind what you've become."

"I don't care whether you are physically healthy or not; what I care about is you as a person."

"What I care about, what belongs to me, is Ji Huaishen. As long as you are Ji Huaishen, I don't care about anything else."

"Ji Huaishen, please don't leave me."

This time, Mu Xiaocheng really cried.

She felt that she could cry without any restraint in front of Ji Huaishen.

Ji Huaishen would feel sorry for her and would coax her like a precious treasure, just like before.

Only in front of Ji Huaishen could she be so unrestrained.

When Ji Huaishen heard her say that, his body suddenly stiffened, and he stood there, unable to move for a long time.

She found out?!

Did Meng Xunqian tell her?

He clenched his fists, but felt as if all the strength had left his body.

As a man.

He wanted to show her his best self; he didn't want her to see his flawed self.

He didn't want her to see him in such a disheveled state.

He didn't want to expose his ugly self to her.

He wanted her to remember the best side of him.

He didn't want to see pity or sympathy in her eyes; as long as she remembered him, that was enough.

"Ji Huaishen, I don't want to be separated from you."

"Don't hide from me, don't abandon me."

Ji Huaishen gently closed his eyes, then slightly opened them, suppressing the burning pain in his heart, and said in a hoarse voice, "I'm sorry."

"The old Ji Huaishen is dead. Forget about him."

After saying that, he didn't turn around and walked forward quickly.

Mu Xiaocheng quickly pulled out the IV needle from her hand and stumbled down to chase after him.

Ji Huaishen walked very fast. Although his legs looked obviously uncoordinated, he never stopped, as if he was desperately trying to escape.

He looked truly disheveled.

Mu Xiaocheng, naked, endured the pain and chased after him, but in the blink of an eye, he disappeared from her sight.

She stood there, feeling cold all over, at a loss.

She didn't know what to do.

I really don't know.

Blood seeped from the spot on the back of her hand where she had been pricked by the needle, and her hand was a little swollen, but she was completely unaware of it.

Mu Xiaocheng felt really tired.

As if all her strength had been drained away, she slowly squatted down on the ground. In the hospital, the cold air hit her body, but it had no warmth at all.

"Ji Huaishen~"

She cried out his name.

But the surroundings were empty, and there was no response.