Chapter 707 - 718: That’s Not What You Think
Xia Xiaonuan climbed out of bed, looking at Nangong Yaoling in a fit of rage.
She turned to leave.
Yet, just as she reached the door, Nangong Yaoling suddenly spoke: "Xiaonuan..."
Then, there was a "bang――" sound.
She was startled and quickly turned around, only to see Nangong Yaoling had fallen heavily off the bed.
She hurried forward to help him: "Are you okay!"
His body emitted a faint scent of medicine.
"Tell me, you’re lying to me!" Nangong Yaoling’s strong palm gripped her hand tightly: "You’re not really thinking this way, you’re still lying to me, aren’t you?"
Clearly he was enraged, clearly he was mad with fury. But seeing her turn to leave, he couldn’t help but call out to her.
Clearly he had heard it with his own ears, clearly he had felt it personally.
Could it be that it was all just his illusion?
He was unwilling to accept it!
Xia Xiaonuan struggled to help him get up: "Get up quickly, don’t move around, your head is bleeding!" She looked at the bandage on his head, already stained with blood.
Nangong Yaoling was helped up by her and collapsed on the bed.
But he still didn’t let go of her hand.
"Xia Xiaonuan, if you walk out of this room, don’t ever come back! Even if I die, don’t come to see me!"
If she was so ruthless, then she should be completely ruthless. This way he could thoroughly let her go!
The most painful thing is not being ignored by the one you love, but being given hope and then being thrust into hell.
The greater the hope, the greater the disappointment.
If she had never given him any warmth, he wouldn’t be so heartbroken.
Xia Xiaonuan met his blazing gaze, her nose tingling terribly, she dared not speak, fearing that at the first word, she would break down sobbing and then cry.
They stared at each other for a dozen seconds, those few seconds feeling as long as centuries.
She had crossed mountains and rivers, finally understanding that the entanglement between her and him had started in their past lives.
Her eyes blurred, she finally steeled herself, turned her face away, and broke free from his grip.
Then she turned and walked towards the door.
She clearly felt a gaze from behind fixed on her, holding her collar tightly, she quickened her pace.
Afraid that she couldn’t control herself and would turn around.
This time, until she opened the door and walked out, Nangong Yaoling didn’t call out to her again.
Her heart sank bit by bit.
Could it be that he really didn’t want to see her again?
Tears overflowed her eyes, the passing nurses looking at her with strange expressions.
Unseeing, Xia Xiaonuan reached out, wiped away her tears, and walked towards her grandfather’s room.
She hadn’t told Nangong Yaoling about her grandfather’s illness and hospitalization, one reason was to keep him from worrying; the other was to prevent him from being disappointed in her.
If she handled this matter a bit better, maybe her grandfather wouldn’t have suffered.
Fortunately, Nangong Jinlie’s room wasn’t on the same floor as his.
She arrived at the elevator, and when the door opened, she saw Nangong Zhongli and Shaochen inside.
Seeing her, Shaochen had no expression on his face, but Nangong Zhongli was slightly startled.
"Xiaonuan, you’re awake?! Shaochen and I just bought some breakfast, we were going to see you. How’s my brother doing?"
She noticed the bag in Shaochen’s hand, squeezed out a smile and said: "He’s awake, you can go over. I’m going to see grandpa."