When Ruan Tiantian woke up, there was a strong smell of disinfectant on the tip of her nose, the back of her hand was a little sore, and her arm was cold.

She blinked, looked at the snow-white ceiling, and caught a glimpse of the clock hanging beside her.

The time shows two in the morning.

This is the hospital.

Ruan Tiantian blinked again, why did she come to the hospital? Oh, yes, she fell off Wea and bled a lot, but she didn't seem to have any wounds on her body.

Where did all this blood come from?

Ruan Tiantian raised her head and looked between her legs, her slightly pale lips pursed tightly. Is that what she thought?

The quiet ward suddenly sounded.

The closed door was pushed open.

Zhuo Ran walked in from the outside, saw that she was awake, stepped forward quickly and asked, "How do you feel?"

Ruan Tiantian was a little dazed, her eyes wandered for a while, and after a while she slowly turned her head to look at Zhuo Ran, pulled her lips, and found her voice: "Brother Zhuo, what's wrong with me?"

She still held a glimmer of hope in her heart, hope...

Hope it's not what she thought.

Zhuo Ran was silent, his face was a little complicated, and he didn't know how to say it: "Sweet..."

Ruan Tiantian couldn't wait, and murmured, "Am I pregnant?"

Zhuo Ran's face froze.

Ruan Tiantian didn't have to guess, she knew what was going on just by looking at his expression. Her voice was so low that she couldn't hear her: "Is he... gone? Am I flowing..."

"no."

Suddenly, a firm voice came in.

Zhuo Ran's body side.

Ruan Tiantian blinked and looked at the place where the sound came out—

Lu Yanzhi walked in from outside the ward, his face was frosty, and from a few meters away, he could feel the gloomy aura that almost shrouded him.

But in the blink of an eye, the breath on the man has disappeared.

He approached the bedside, stretched out his hand and held her hand, his voice was unbelievably soft, as if he was afraid of disturbing her, and said in a low voice, "He's still here."

Zhuo Ran frowned and whispered, "Yanzhi..."

Ruan Tiantian turned her head to look at him beside her, with the same peach blossom eyes as hers, staring at her for a moment, deep and dark inside, as if hiding emotions she couldn't understand.

There was only what he said before in her ears, and she said silently, "Really?"

Lu Yanzhi took a step back, bent down and squatted on the edge of the bed, took her hand and kissed her on the lips: "Well."

Ruan Tiantian turned her head, looked at the ceiling for a while, and then slowly sighed. There was no extra expression on her delicate face, and she didn't know whether to believe it or not.

She doesn't speak, he speaks.

Lu Yanzhi lifted his eyes, but when he saw that the man on the bed was pale, his throat suddenly tightened, as if his lifeline was being strangled by a pair of invisible hands, and he couldn't breathe.

He moved his lips, his voice a little hoarse: "Can we go home?"

Ruan Tiantian: "Go home?"

Lu Yanzhi: "Yes."

Ruan Tiantian: "I still have a job."

Lu Yanzhi: "No hurry, stop work for a while."

Ruan Tiantian looked at Zhuoran again.

Zhuo Ran knew that she was asking himself, nodded and said, "Director Zheng called, he told you to rest well, the crew is not in a hurry."

Ruan Tiantian: "Oh, but I don't want to go back."

Lu Yanzhi raised his head: "Huh?"

Ruan Tiantian pulled the quilt over herself, not wanting to talk or look at him, "I'm tired and want to rest."