Don't cry, baby. I'll punish you tonight.

When he was unable to protect Lin Qinghuan, he shouldn't have enjoyed everything about her.

Everything that happened in the past was ultimately due to my own arrogance.

Outside the car, the ambulance took Lin Qinghuan away.

He Yanlang wanted to start the car and catch up, but was stopped by Lin Shen again, "Master, I have sent people to keep an eye on the hospital. All the information about Miss Qinghuan will be synchronized to me as soon as possible. It is better for you not to show up for the time being."

Yes, He Yanlang had endured it to this point. He withdrew his body and stared at the ambulance going away.

After all, he is rational and will not let his emotions take over and make wrong decisions.

The most urgent task is to find out the culprit of this car accident.

“Give me the results within one day.”

His tone returned to normal, sounding emotionless and so cold that he hardly sounded like a human being with feelings.

Only he himself knows how heartbroken he is.

"Let's check again." Lin Shen replied.

He Yanlang reached for the cigarette in his pocket with trembling hands, put the cigarette in his lips, but couldn't light it with his lighter.

Lin Shen leaned over and lit it for Yan Lang.

His cold and handsome face made Lin Shen lose his mind for a moment.

"Xiao Huanhuan will be fine, Master."

...

Lin Qinghuan knew that he had been in a car accident.

It hurts, all over my body.

She collapsed powerlessly in the seat, her vision blurred by the blood. She could see the crushed and deformed front of the car, and...she couldn't make out the horrible looking driver.

She cried and screamed, but her throat only made a slight sob sound, and she didn't even have the strength to do that.

There were many people watching outside, and they looked at him with pity.

Lin Qinghuan told herself, don’t be afraid, He Yanlang will come, he will come.

Thinking of this, Lin Qinghuan was not so scared anymore.

At least, the next moment He Yanlang would hold her in his arms and comfort her softly.

She was so sure. After all, he always showed up in time.

Although, most of the time she was reluctant for him to appear, but now, Lin Qinghuan really wanted him to appear, hug her, and comfort her softly.

She waited and waited, struggling to hold her eyelids open, using her last bit of strength to search the crowd. She saw a black sedan with its door slightly opened in a vehicle not far away.

Lin Qinghuan knew that He Yanlang had arrived.

She forced a smile and waited for the beam of light to come closer, but after a few seconds, or maybe minutes, He Yanlang still didn't come over.

The car was still there. She used her last bit of strength to look over there, and the door was finally closed tightly again.

He Yanlang will come.

Tears silently fell to the ground and she was trapped in darkness.

Lin Qinghuan was still waiting for He Yanlang to come closer. She waited for the ambulance and the doctor, but he was in the car, but he did not run towards her.

Doesn't she love him?

"It hurts...it hurts so much..." she murmured weakly.

"Girl? She's confused, her blood pressure..."

Lin Qinghuan couldn't hold on any longer and passed out.

...

During the initial treatment, Lin Qinghuan regained consciousness briefly and saw her parents, but she did not see He Yanlang.

She didn't mention it, and her parents didn't mention He Yanlang either, as if they tacitly agreed to everything, as if Lin Qinghuan had never known He Yanlang.

When He Yanlang really disappeared and no longer appeared in Lin Qinghuan's world, her heart still ached, especially since He Yanlang chose to part ways with her at this critical juncture.

"Hasn't he come?" she asked her parents, crying.

Lin's father and mother shook their heads, "Huan Huan!"

Lin Qinghuan cried and then laughed, "I'm fine, I'm fine, I finally got rid of him, I can't wait to be happy."

It was just a loss. To He Yanlang, she was nothing.

After all, Lin Qinghuan overestimated his position in the other person's heart.

As expected, people should not overestimate themselves.

...

Lin Qinghuan recovered very well and was discharged from the hospital in less than half a month.

A week after being discharged from the hospital, she boarded a plane to the romantic country.

Without any trace of nostalgia.