After crying, Mu Qiu calmed down a lot.
When she saw her mother's eyes swollen from crying, she realized that her suicide had deeply hurt her family. Mu Qiu apologized to Du Tingting in tears: "Mom, I'm sorry, I was a coward."
Du Tingting's heart was broken. "Qiu Qiu'er, don't apologize. It's Daddy and Mommy who are useless."
Mu Mian also held Qiu Tian's shoulders, not daring to raise his voice, and said to her: "Qiu Tian'er, Dad knows you are sad. Dad will not watch you go like this. You are mom and dad's baby, and Dad will save you."
Song Ci echoed from the side: "Yes, Qiu Tianer, we won't give up."
Although he knew that his family was just comforting him, Mu Qiu still felt much more relieved.
That night, none of the three dared to go home. They all stayed in the hospital with Mu Qiu, fearing she would do something stupid again. The next day, Du Tingting couldn't stand it any longer, so Mu Mian forced her to go home to rest, while Song Ci stayed to take care of Mu Qiu.
Mu Qiu looked at the beautiful Song Ci, and she suddenly said, "I've always thought that when my sister gets married, I will be her bridesmaid." Mu Qiu laughed at herself, her expression lonely, "But I will never see my sister in a wedding dress."
Mu Qiu lowered her head and saw her injured wrist. She thought of her current situation and realized how much of a luxury the "future" was to her.
In her previous life, when Song Ci got married, Mu Qiu was indeed her maid of honor. Song Ci looked at Mu Qiu deeply, and she suddenly said, "Qiu Qiu, I will give you my heart."
Mu Qiu suddenly looked up and looked at Song Ci with eyes filled with shock, astonishment, and anger.
"What nonsense are you talking about!" Mu Qiu suddenly sat up and yelled at Song Ci excitedly, "Sister, don't say that again! Even if I die, I won't take your heart!"
Mu Qiu was so angry that his chest was shaking violently and his eyes were red.
Her reaction was so natural that it didn't seem like a pretense at all.
The Song Dynasty porcelain was a bit surprising.
In her previous life, when Mu Qiu had her first heart surgery, did she know that the heart she was going to use was Song Fei's?
"Qiu Qiu'er, panda blood is already scarce. If you miss this heart, it will be almost impossible for you to wait for a suitable one! And I happen to have panda blood type. Maybe, maybe my genetic antibodies are a match for you."
"Qiu Qiu'er, if it weren't for my father, I wouldn't be who I am today. I would have been wandering around since I was fourteen. My sister might have died long ago..."
Song Ci smiled sadly at Mu Qiu. She resigned herself to her fate and said, "Qiu Qiu'er, I am willing to use my heart to save you."
After hearing Song Ci's words, Mu Qiu fell silent.
Just when Song Ci thought Mu Qiu was moved, Mu Qiu suddenly picked up the glass water cup on the bedside table and smashed it hard at Song Ci.
Song Ci didn't dodge, but the cup didn't hit her, but fell at her feet.
Song Ci looked at the cup and suddenly remembered the vase she raised to smash Mu Qiu before she died in her previous life.
She felt very upset.
"Sister." Mu Qiu's voice was hoarse.
Song Ci looked up and met Mu Qiu's red eyes.
Mu Qiu laughed at herself, a layer of sadness covering her lovely and innocent face. Mu Qiu poked her chest again and again, and asked Song Ci in a hoarse voice: "What do you think of me, Mu Qiu? What do you think of the Mu family?"
"Use your heart to save me?" Mu Qiu laughed again and laughed until he coughed.
"Song Ci, do you want me to live in self-condemnation for the rest of my life?"
"I would rather die than take my sister's life!"
"Get out!" Mu Qiu pointed outside the door and growled in a low voice: "Don't let me see you, Song Ci, get out!" After cursing, Mu Qiu started coughing with such force that it seemed like he would die in the next second.
Song Ci picked up the glass on the ground and placed it on the small table behind him.
"Don't be angry, I'm leaving now."
Mu Qiu didn't even look at Song Ci, but just lay on the bed and coughed.
Song Ci walked out thoughtfully. When she reached the door, she heard Mu Qiu stop coughing, and then she went downstairs.
Back in the car, Song Ci felt exhausted. She rubbed her eyes and leaned down on the steering wheel. Song Ci couldn't figure Mu Qiu out. Was his reaction today an act? Or was it a genuine expression of his feelings?
If it was an act, Song Ci would be impressed by Mu Qiu's acting skills.
After a long time, Song Ci's phone rang.
She answered the phone and heard Xiong Jian's voice: "Song Ci, get to the airport before 10:40. We are leaving for Tibetan City today."
"good."
After a sleepless night, Song Ci was a little tired, but she couldn't give up her work. She found a moisturizing spray and sprayed it on her face. The cold mist sprayed on her face, which made Song Ci feel much more awake.
Only then did Song Ci start the car and head towards the airport.
It was a fifty-minute drive from the hospital to the airport. As we left the city, the road became wider and wider, and the traffic became relatively fewer. Time was running out, and Song Ci, fearing she would be late, sped up.
This road has three lanes, and Song Ci walked in the middle lane.
Passing an intersection, Song Ci saw the green light only had two seconds left, so he stopped obediently in front of the zebra crossing. Having died once, one cherishes life even more. When the green light came on again, Song Ci finally released the brake and drove forward.
Just as she reached the middle of the road, she suddenly noticed a huge monster rushing towards her from the left. Song Ci turned her head to the left in confusion, and when she saw what it was, her heart skipped a beat!
It was a red light truck that lost control and headed straight towards her!
At the critical moment, Song Ci quickly turned the steering wheel to the right, trying to avoid the light truck as much as possible to avoid being hit by the light truck and the driver's seat. Fortunately, there were not many cars on this road, and there were no cars moving on the right, otherwise it would have caused a chain reaction accident.
Song Ci's car suddenly turned the steering wheel, overturned and fell to the ground, making a harsh noise as it dragged on the ground.
The car's trunk was hit by a light truck, and due to inertia, the light truck pushed the car forward for more than 20 meters before finally stopping in front of a thick tree trunk. When the two cars came to a complete stop, the rear end of Song Ci's car was squeezed between the light truck and the tree, and it was completely deformed.
If Song Ci hadn't turned the steering wheel suddenly, causing the car to roll over, she would have been the one to be crushed and deformed...
Everything happened in just a moment...
Passing vehicles stopped and rushed over to rescue people.
"Miss!"
"How are you, miss?"
A group of people surrounded Song Ci's car and hurriedly dragged the unconscious Song Ci from the car...
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The departure time had arrived, but the Song Dynasty porcelain had not yet arrived, which Xiong Jian found unusual.
Song Shiqing glanced at the observer's position, then looked up and asked Xiong Jian, "Should we set off now?"
Xiong Jian thought about it, but still felt uneasy. He said, "I'll make a phone call."
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