The school’s little wild cat is cute and sweet

"sorry Sorry……"

By the bed, Leng Che looked at the sleeping girl on the hospital bed, guilt flooding in his eyes. He held her hand and kept whispering apologies.

I don't know how long I slept, the pain from the wound on my back gradually became clearer and spread, Mu Qianxi frowned uncomfortably and opened her eyes. Her vision gradually became clear, but she found that Leng Che was the only one left by the bed.

She didn't know when her hand had slipped into his palm. She thought she had been unable to control herself and was clinging to him again after falling asleep, so she hastily pulled it away and subconsciously moved to the side of the bed, away from him.

Her subconscious movements and vigilant eyes were like a sharp sword, piercing straight into his heart.

Where is mom?

She pursed her lips tightly and said nothing, her almond-shaped eyes anxiously looking towards the door again and again, like a helpless boat drifting in the sea.

Leng Che seemed to see what she was thinking and took the initiative to speak, but his voice lacked the usual calmness and youthfulness, and sounded dull: "Aunt Ling hasn't slept all day, and my mother asked her to go back and rest first. Mother went to get some porridge for you and will be back soon."

Mu Qianxi still didn't say anything, silently enduring the pain in her body. Gradually, a thin layer of sweat seeped out of her forehead.

Leng Che keenly sensed her discomfort, his dark eyes flickered, and he asked anxiously, "Does the wound on your body hurt again? I'll go call a doctor."

"I'm not in pain." The girl finally looked him straight in the eye. Her pale and fragile face was covered with misty, stubborn eyes that were noticeably red. "What does it have to do with you?"

She said coldly.

She must hate him.

Yes, he hated himself too.

Leng Che felt a pain in his heart, and he lowered his eyelashes and was unable to speak. After a moment of silence, a difficult and hoarse "I'm sorry..." came out of his throat.

At this moment, An Wanqing appeared at the door with a bowl of porridge. Sensing the strange atmosphere in the ward, she hurried in.

"Xiao Xi is awake? Are you feeling unwell?"

Mu Qianxi was like a stressed hedgehog, and only let down her guard when she saw Aunt An.

Sweat broke out on her forehead and her lips were bloodless: "Aunt, my wound hurts, my whole body hurts..."

An Wanqing turned her head and gave Leng Che a fierce look, her tone anxious and somewhat complaining: "Why don't you go call a doctor quickly? What are you standing there for?"

In the past, even if she had just a broken skin, she would cling to him and scream in pain without restraint, even if it was only a little bit painful, she would scream in front of him as much as she could. Now, even if she was in so much pain that she was sweating profusely, she was no longer willing to show it in front of him.

He was no longer someone she trusted.

Leng Che lowered his eyes to hide his gloomy look, responded softly, and walked hurriedly towards the door.

When the doctor came, he gave her a painkiller injection and told her that because the wounds on her body were deep and large, even if they healed completely later, scars would inevitably be left.

An Wanqing quickly comforted her: "Don't worry, Xiaoxi. Auntie knows a doctor with excellent medical skills. After your wound is healed, I will take you to do scar repair surgery. There will be no scars left, don't worry."

"Aunt, it's okay." Mu Qianxi shook her head gently, lowered her eyes and whispered, "No one will see it anyway."

"No. You will have to wear a dress when attending events in the future. I'll take care of it, don't worry." An Wanqing said softly.

"No events, no dresses." Her eyes were dim.

"How could that be? When I grow up and get married, I want to have a grand wedding. I can't leave any regrets for myself."

marry……

She recalled the times she had shamelessly told him that she wanted to marry him, and she also remembered his cold words.

"No marriage. I only have one heart, and if I lose it, it's gone. I won't like anyone else anymore."

The heart that she thought was dead seemed to be grabbed again and felt uncomfortable. She endured the surging sadness, her eyes were sore and red, and her tone was calm but seemed to have lost all the life and energy.

Upon hearing this, Leng Che froze in place like a sculpture, feeling as if his heart was being cut open by a knife.

She always generously offered her warm and sincere heart to him, but he broke her sincerity into pieces with his own hands.

His knuckles were clenched white, his face was tense, and his throat seemed to be blocked by something bitter, so he couldn't utter a word.

"How can we jump to conclusions now?" An Wanqing was worried about them.

"Aunt, I'm hungry." Mu Qianxi didn't want to continue this topic. Her eyes were red, but the corners of her mouth were curved. She smiled at her and stretched out her hand to ask for porridge, and said coquettishly, "Isn't the porridge for me?"

"Yes. I'll feed you."

An Wanqing's eyes were full of heartache as she fed her porridge mouthful by mouthful. After watching her lie down to rest, she angrily dragged Leng Che out.

"What's wrong with you? Ah? Did you bully Xiaoxi?" An Wanqing asked.

Leng Che looked lifeless and remained silent.

"If you don't say anything, you've agreed! I told you again and again to protect her, but not only did you fail to do so, you even hurt her heart?" An Wanqing was furious, and she kept saying, "Have you forgotten that if it weren't for Xiaoxi's family, you would have died long ago! Is this how you treat the person who saved your life?"

In the ward, Mu Qianxi stood behind the door and clearly heard An Wanqing's scolding outside the door.

She knew that his concern for her was due to her aunt's will, but she didn't expect that it was also because of saving her life.

His meticulous care for her was never his original intention. He was just coerced into being nice to her by others. Although she had long known that his concern was fake, when all of this was confirmed one by one, her heart still ached so much that she could hardly breathe.

Tears kept falling down uncontrollably, and she didn't even know how she walked back to the hospital bed.

"What's wrong with you? I've said so much, but you didn't respond at all? No matter how you feel about Xiaoxi, you should protect her." An Wanqing was very disappointed. "But tell me the truth, do you really not like Xiaoxi at all? If you really don't like her, why did you stay by her side without eating or drinking until now?"

"I tell you, if you don't cherish her, there are many people who like her!"

"I like her." He finally raised his eyes, his gaze full of sincerity and determination, his voice cold and steady, "No matter what she becomes, I like her."

An Wanqing was stunned by the sudden expression of true feelings by someone who never easily revealed his emotions. She was so surprised that she didn't know what to say.

"It's just that," Leng Che lowered his head, self-blame and guilt gradually drowning those peach blossom eyes, and a hoarse voice flowed out from his throat, "It seems that she will never like me again. I don't know how to ask for her forgiveness."

He would rather she lost her temper with him, beat him and scold him like before.

But she didn't.

She wasn't even mad at him anymore.

He realized that he seemed to have really lost her.