If we have to draw a line, in Jiang Jie's heart, there is only one person like him, and that is Ban Shu.

Except for Pan Shu, the life and death of others have nothing to do with him.

He hung his head.

Darkness enveloped him.

Wen Yao frowned, "I understand."

Jiang Jie walked out of the conference room, and a ray of light so bright that it was annoying shone on his delicate face.

He casually pulled out a piece of dogtail grass and put it in his mouth, holding it carefully.

He looked rebellious.

He never liked bright things.

But Panshu likes it.

She always likes to curl up and bask in the sun lazily.

She would occasionally ask Jiang Jie to accompany her in the sun.

At that time, Jiang Jie seemed to have received a great gift from heaven, and his eyes and eyebrows were filled with a warm smile of joy.

He unconsciously walked to the front of the ward again.

When he saw Xie Chen through the glass, he was slightly stunned.

The next second, he curled his lips sarcastically.

Xie Chen seemed not to see him. He lowered his eyes in an instant and stared quietly at Ban Shu, whose face was fragile and pale.

Jiang Jie pushed the door open and walked in.

Take out the withered flowers in the vase on the bedside table and replace them, then put a bunch of beautiful pink baby's breath in your arms in it.

He sat down and gently held Panshu's hand, "Sister, you're sleeping in again... Why did you sleep for so long this time... Hmm?"

Xie Chen stood in front of the bed and sneered.

"Even if you repeat it ten thousand times a day, this cruel woman won't react at all."

Jiang Jie curled his lips softly. He ignored Xie Chen and gently stroked Ban Shu's hot forehead. "Is that so, sister... Sister can't bear to leave Ajie, right..."