When Song Ling glanced at his little wife lying on the hospital bed beside him, all the worries and anxieties in his dream disappeared.
He gazed affectionately at his pale little wife, whose cheekbones were still swollen and whose forehead was scratched in several places, which made her look particularly sad and innocent.
His heart suddenly ached and he felt sad. It was his fault. He failed to protect her, which caused her so much pain.
He stared at her like this for almost an hour until Liu Zhiyuan slowly opened her eyes.
Liu Zhiyuan also fought against the dark forces in her dreams for a long time. Finally, she used her strong consciousness to escape from the darkness.
She looked up at the ceiling, then lowered her eyes to look at the white sheets covering her body. She thought she must be in the hospital, and Song Ling's face was particularly clear in her mind before she lost consciousness.
The man's strong features flashed through her mind, and she looked around quickly. Until her eyes met the wide-eyed man next to her, she finally breathed a sigh of relief.
The eyelashes like butterfly wings trembled gently, and there was a soft silence in the eyes.
All the worries and fears in the dream were easily soothed by him at this moment.
The man she loved had such magical power. As long as he was by her side, he could always soothe all her anxieties in an instant.
She knew that at this moment, everything was settled.
it's over.
She, he and their talented son will live happily together.
At this moment, time is quiet, the sunlight reflects through the curtains, and the ward is shrouded in a soft and warm color.
Liu Zhiyuan greedily enjoyed the silence of the moment and stared at the man beside her for a long time.
Song Ling couldn't help but speak, breaking the silence in the room, "Baby."
Liu Zhiyuan blinked twice and felt her eyes a little sore.
After all the ups and downs, his "baby" made her feel warm in her heart. She was so excited that she forgot to respond and just looked at this man stupidly.
Song Ling's call received no response, so he called out again in a somewhat anxious hoarse voice, "Baby, my little wife..."
Liu Zhiyuan enjoyed the man's affectionate call. She even saw her own reflection in his eyes. His eyes were bright, and her figure was reflected in his dark pupils. She curled her lips slightly, but still did not respond to him.
Song Ling was anxious. He remembered that she had been beaten by Xu Zhou before. Xu Zhou hit her head. Did she have a concussion?
Concussions can easily cause amnesia. Didn't she remember who he was?
"Liu Zhiyuan, have you lost your memory? Don't you remember who I am?" he asked anxiously.
Liu Zhiyuan was stunned for a moment, a look of confusion flashing across her clear eyes. Did she look like she had lost her memory?
But then again, what does amnesia look like? A gloomy complexion? Waking up in a panic, asking where you are.
Her silence made Song Ling's heart sink into his throat. He grabbed the bed sheet with his uninjured arm and tried to sit up. However, he had two serious injuries on his body and couldn't sit up immediately.
He frowned and said hoarsely, "Damn it! Did he really lose his memory?"
His first reaction was to get angry and anxious, then he said to Liu Zhiyuan in a deep voice, "Don't read those melodramatic romance novels anymore!"
Liu Zhiyuan was stunned for a moment before she understood what he meant. He meant that amnesia was a plot that could only appear in romance novels.
Did this man really think he had lost his memory?
She pouted slightly and asked innocently, "What did you say? Who is the baby? Who is the little wife?"
Song Ling was really anxious, and his voice suddenly rose several degrees: "Baby is you, little wife is also you, you are my wife."
Liu Zhiyuan responded in a sweet voice: "Oh, I know. I know you are my husband, and we also have a lovely and talented son, Song Lingchen."
Song Ling's grip on the bed sheet finally loosened. His eyebrows twitched a few times, and he frowned and whispered, "Liu Zhiyuan, are you serious?"
Liu Zhiyuan finally couldn't help laughing, "Hehe, I'm serious, I didn't mean it. You thought I had lost my memory, but I never said I had lost my memory."
She smiled and touched her lips, then the wound on her face, and her little face wrinkled into a small bun.
Oh my god, how swollen is her face? Is she as ugly as a pig now?
Song Ling had been observing her reaction. He wanted to say she deserved it, but seeing her pain, his heart ached instantly, and his voice became even hoarse: "Does it hurt a lot?"
Liu Zhiyuan made a bitter face and nodded and shook her head.
Song Ling was anxious, "Is it still painful?"
Liu Zhiyuan said weakly, "It hurts, but the pain is not the most important thing. The key problem is ugliness. Ugliness is terrible to me. What should I do? How many days will I have to be ugly?"
Song Ling looked at her cute appearance and finally couldn't help but raised his lips. Her face was swollen, but the way she covered her face was really cute. He couldn't help but laugh.
When Liu Zhiyuan saw him laughing, she said aggrievedly, "Hubby, you don't love me anymore. I'm so ugly, and you still laugh at me. Do you really not love me anymore?"
"Love, no matter what you become, I love you!"
Song Ling smiled and reached out to grab her hand. Unfortunately, the two beds were not far apart, and he couldn't grab Liu Zhiyuan's hand. He tried several times but failed, and he couldn't get up.
Liu Zhiyuan tried hard to sit up, but was stopped by the man's domineering voice: "Don't move, you are injured!"
"But I want to be closer to you so that I can feel safe." Liu Zhiyuan's voice was soft, and she kept acting coquettishly, covering her face with her little hands cutely.
A trace of deep doting flashed in Song Ling's eyes, and he rang the call bell.
Soon, the nurse opened the door of the ward and walked in. Seeing that they were all awake, she smiled and said, "Doctor Song, Mrs. Song, it's great that you are all awake. Young Master Song was very worried about you. I will tell Young Master Song the good news immediately."
When Liu Zhiyuan mentioned her genius son, she immediately asked the nurse excitedly, "Is Song Lingchen's little guy really worried about us? Did he come to see us?"
The young nurse nodded. "He was very worried about you. When you were unconscious, he limped out of the bed and came here to see you."
Limping?
Liu Zhiyuan was heartbroken after hearing this. "How is the little guy's leg recovering? Is it still painful?"
The young nurse quickly comforted her, "It's much better than yesterday. Mrs. Song, don't worry too much."
Liu Zhiyuan felt sweet inside, and murmured to herself, "He also knows to worry about his parents. This kid still has a conscience."
Song Ling felt relieved when he heard the nurse's words. He loved his son and had sacrificed so much for him. Now that his son was worried about him, everything was worth it.
Thinking of the awkward distance between their beds, Song Ling frowned slightly and asked coldly, "Why is the distance between our beds like this?"
In a standard VIP double room, the distance between the two beds was quite large. The beds they were lying on had clearly been moved deliberately, but not to the point where they could reach each other with their hands outstretched.
The young nurse looked at the two people, a hint of embarrassment flashing across her face.
Song Ling frowned even tighter: "Tell the truth."
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