Chapter 1183 Story

At night, Su Jincheng was watching over her in the ward. He was lying on the narrow sofa in the ward. Su Xiangwan tossed and turned but did not feel sleepy at all.

Su Jincheng said softly, "Can't sleep?"

"En." Su Xiangwan responded, then opened his eyes and looked in his direction and said softly, "Is the sofa uncomfortable?"

"Fortunately, it's not bad." Su Jincheng stood up and turned on the light.

Su Xiangwan's eyes fell on him. He was still wearing his daytime clothes, so he wondered if he would feel restrained.

"Do you want to listen to a story?" Su Jincheng asked in a warm voice, making Su Xiangwan feel as if he was back in his youth.

At that time, my brother would tell her stories every day, and he would go to bed after coaxing her to sleep.

"Okay." Su Xiangwan nodded, and moved to one side, letting him sit by the bed, just like when he was a child.

Only a small lamp by the bed was turned on in the room, and Su Xiangwan listened to his story with his eyes open.

"Cinderella's mother died when she was very young, and her father later married a woman as her stepmother, who brought two older sisters..."

The clear and gentle voice is like gurgling water, and it looks more and more peaceful in the night.

Su Xiangwan's eyelashes were a little wet, thinking of those nights when she refused to sleep and quarreled with Mu Beiting to tell her stories.

He never understood why she would listen to any boring story seriously and with gusto like a child.

But she never told him that she liked to hear his voice, and liked him to be by her side at night.

He usually seldom talks, except when teasing her, he cherishes words like gold.

So she wanted to hear him talk, and liked him to tell her one story after another.

During those cold and silent nights, he gave her warmth and cared for her carefully.

But now, he was lying alone on that cold bed, smelling the pungent smell of disinfectant, and getting the most disliked needles, as if he was going to sleep forever.

But she can't do anything.

She can't do anything.

As soon as Su Xiangwan closed his eyes, his eyes were filled with the moment of the car accident, the moment of him jumping at her.

Until now, she still remembers the temperature of his embrace, the breath on his body, and... the pungent blood.

She always wondered, if she had reacted faster at that time, if she had gone to protect him, the person lying there now would not be him.

Halfway through the story, Su Jincheng didn't tell it.

Because the girl lying next to him was already in tears.

"Wanwan, brother is here." He gently held her in his arms.

Su Xiangwan buried her head on his chest, crying more and more fiercely: "I'm afraid...I'm afraid he won't wake up...I'm afraid he will die, bro...I'm so scared, I don't want him to die!"

Su Jincheng patted her lightly, like when he was a child: "He will wake up."

"As soon as I closed my eyes, it was full of blood. The blood on his body stained my whole body, it was so sticky, it was all his blood..." Su Xiangwan choked up and said.

Su Jincheng held her in his arms and let her vent.

"If it wasn't for me, he wouldn't have become like this. It's all my fault, it's all my fault..."

Tears flowed into a river, wet the skirt of his chest.

"He will wake up, everything will be fine every night." Su Jincheng patted her shoulder lightly, comforting.

Su Xiangwan was still sobbing, and gradually calmed down, leaning against Su Jincheng's arms.