She was in so much pain that she kept grabbing Shi Che’s hand, her nails digging into his hand, leaving marks---one could only imagine how much it hurt. Ling Chuxia was startled, suddenly withdrawing her hand, blinking her eyes, and timidly saying, "Sorry...I’m so sorry."
Shi Che’s dark eyes briefly swept over Ling Chuxia’s retracted hand. His fingers twitched slightly, then slowly clenched. His eyes narrowed; he didn’t speak, but moved straight forward, scooping up Ling Chuxia in his arms, and turned to walk outside.
Caught off guard, Ling Chuxia’s body lifted into the air, and she involuntarily let out a small cry. Instinctively, her hands wrapped around Shi Che’s neck to stabilize herself. However, as she came to her senses, her hands slowly retreated, merely gently pinching Shi Che’s clothing.
With an expressionless face, Shi Che strode towards the outside of the hospital. Because of her foot injury, Ling Chuxia couldn’t fuss and insist Shi Che put her down to walk on her own. As she was being carried by him, walking under the watchful eyes of the public, Ling Chuxia inevitably felt unaccustomed. She always felt like people’s gazes were drifting towards them, intentionally or not. Ling Chuxia’s pale face reddened slightly, she lowered her eyes, buried her head down, and her forehead unintentionally touched Shi Che’s chest.
Through the thin shirt, Shi Che could feel Ling Chuxia’s very light touch. His eyes slightly lowered, and his gaze could only see her dark hair, so obediently nestled against his chest. The light in the depth of his eyes, unknowingly, gradually softened, slowly eased.
Old Zhu had already collected the medicine and was waiting at the door. Seeing them come out, he immediately walked to the back seat, opened the car door, Shi Che carried Ling Chuxia into the car, Old Zhu shut the door, ran to the driver’s seat, sat down, started the car, and drove away.
When she was dazed with pain, Ling Chuxia didn’t feel anything sitting in Shi Che’s embrace. Now that her consciousness had returned, sitting in Shi Che’s embrace, Ling Chuxia didn’t know why, but she felt uncomfortable.
Her gaze flickered from left to right, she bit her lower lip lightly, pondering whether to speak up and ask to sit on the other side. However, her eyes stealthily glanced at Shi Che.
His handsome face was expressionless, his dark eyes as deep and somber as ever, the lines of his jaw extremely firm, carrying a slight gloomy air. The words that had reached Ling Chuxia’s throat were swallowed back down bit by bit.
Perhaps it was better to let it be.
Ling Chuxia forcefully swallowed, her fingers clenched, but her body still involuntarily stiffened.
Although the fragments had been removed, her foot still hurt terribly. Ling Chuxia had previously lost a lot of blood, and her head felt heavy. Now, with the pain, her head felt even more dizzied. Even though she was trying her best to control herself, her body eventually softened bit by bit, gently leaning against Shi Che, and she closed her eyes.
The car arrived at the villa, and Shi Che carried Ling Chuxia out of the car. She had already fallen asleep, her head leaning askew against Shi Che; her breath was very faint. Shi Che’s movements instinctively lightened, even his steps were very slow.
Sister Hua was anxiously waiting for their return, watching as Shi Che carried Ling Chuxia in, she quickly approached, just as she was about to speak, she was silenced by a look from Shi Che. Sister Hua nodded knowingly, her eyes flicked almost imperceptibly to see that on Shi Che’s inner forearm, there was also a red wound. She was slightly startled.