"Today...I can't do it." Qiao Ange leaned his head against the car window and said feebly, "I'll go there tomorrow -"

"I'm talking about now," Pei Yi's tone left no room for doubt, "I want to see your people within half an hour."

Qiao Ange sighed and compromised: "I understand."

She originally thought that she had just taken two days off, but now only half a day has passed, and she still has a day and a half to grieve and digest.

It's a pity that even this time was deprived.

Pei Yike really knows how to choose the right time.

After getting off the bus at the long-distance station, he transferred directly to the bus. When he arrived at the entrance of the hospital, Qiao Ange looked at the watch, 23 minutes.

Just enough time.

Pei Yi almost seemed to have calculated it long ago.

But if he wants to make the calculation, he must first know where she is.

Qiao Ange pushed open the door of the ward and saw Pei Yi sitting in a wheelchair, struggling to move his injured leg.

Compared with other patients who are surrounded by many relatives and friends, his situation is a bit bleak no matter how you look at it.

"Don't move, I'll do it." Qiao Ange walked over, squatted down, and gently held the leg in plaster with both hands, "Just say something if it hurts."

"Why did you come so fast?" Pei Yi looked down at her, with cold sweat on his forehead.

"Didn't you tell me to arrive within half an hour?" Qiao Ange put his feet down and took a blanket from the bed to cover his legs. When he looked up, he saw that he was sweating and frowned.

"Just because you're awake doesn't mean you're fine. If your body is so weak, don't adjust the temperature to such a low temperature. You'll get a fever."

Qiao Ange found the remote control and adjusted the temperature to a suitable temperature.

"You care about me so much?" Pei Yi smiled coolly, "Shouldn't you hope that I die soon so that you can be relieved?"

Hearing him say the word "death", Qiao Ange looked up and saw the self-mockery on his face, feeling a little sad for some reason.

He never takes his body seriously, maybe because he thinks no one cares about it anyway.

"I never thought about it that way." Qiao Ange said seriously, "Don't say it again in the future. This word is too strong."

She admitted that sometimes she found him annoying and she didn't know how long it would take to get rid of him.

There is a number and a deadline for the money she owes, but what she owes seems to never end in sight.

This helpless feeling of despair often makes her have a rebellious mentality, giving her the illusion that everything is Pei Yi's fault.

However, she never thought about letting him die, never.

The air froze for a few seconds, and Pei Yi suddenly sneezed.

"It's getting cold." Qiao Ange came back to his senses, found his coat and put it on him, "Why don't you go and lie down on the bed."

"I'm going to take an X-ray later." Pei Yi said.

"Oh." Qiao Ange paused for a moment, thought of something, and suddenly looked at him in surprise, "So you can speak well."

Pei Yi frowned: "When did I stop talking properly?"

Qiao Ange couldn't help laughing: "What do you say that isn't yin and yang?"

I don’t know about others, but I never had a normal life with her.

Seeing her smile, Pei Yi snorted and turned away: "Who is so angry?"

"Pei Yi, can we be friends?" Qiao Ange pressed his hands on the armrests of the wheelchair, eye level with him, "Actually, you don't hate me that much, right?"

Maybe as Li Jian said, he just felt too uncomfortable, so he needed to torture her to give himself some psychological comfort.

But this kind of torture is always mutual. Even if she is in pain, he still cannot get relief.
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