Xinye Lingxi Yitong

The two had never met each other, yet they both recognized each other, but He Ye seemed unwilling to even look at Zhou Xinyi, so he went to open the door.

Zhou Xinyi knew he was sorry for He Ye, and felt ashamed, he handed a few packets of food in front of He Ye, and said, "Lawyer He, she said she was hungry, so I bought some food for her. He Ye gently pushed Zhou Xinyi's hand away, and Zhou Xinyi raised the food bag higher: "Please give her something to eat first, I promise you I won't see her again."

He Ye finally looked at Zhou Xinyi, and only replied two cold words: "Get out of the way."

After finishing speaking, he pushed Zhou Xinyi aside. Unexpectedly, Zhou Xinyi let go of his hand, and all the supplements and food fell to the ground.

He Ye walked straight into the ward without even looking at it.

Zhou Xinyi stood there in a daze for a while, Wang Yanshuang came over and patted him on the shoulder, and was about to say something when he heard He Ye's heart-piercing shouts from the ward.

Hearing this, several people outside the door rushed in immediately.

Liang Mengyu's infusion bottle and oxygen mask were thrown aside, the gauze on his wrist was also torn, the wound had been split open, and a large area of ​​the bed was stained red with blood.

He Ye hugged Liang Mengyu tightly, calling her name in grief.

Zhou Xinyi staggered and fell to the ground. After a moment, he got up and rushed forward, but was stopped by He Ye's roar.

"She's dead."

As soon as the words came out, everyone was shocked on the spot, unable to move for a long time.

The youthful and fresh life disappeared in front of so many people, and no one digested this fact for a while.

Zhou Xinyi slumped on the ground, Huang Gang hurried over to help him.

"Is that why you love her so much?" He Ye said suddenly, whether he was asking or answering, "Your love is really scary!"

Zhou Xinyi struggled to shift his gaze to He Ye's face, looking straight at him, without the courage to refute, nor the strength to get up.

He Ye closed his eyes, hugged Liang Mengyu even tighter, and said, "You keep saying that you love her, but everything you do hurts her. You force her to die in the name of love. What do you call love?"

His tone was astonishingly calm, as if nothing had happened, but the calmer he was, the more chilling it was. Zhou Xinyi didn't know if he had listened to He Ye's words, and he didn't respond at all, and didn't even notice He Ye. He had already approached him with Liang Mengyu in his arms, and walked past him.

Huang Gang stopped He Ye and asked, "Where did you go last night?"

He Ye trembled, but his tone was surprisingly calm: "It has nothing to do with you."

If He Ye was just on the verge of collapse just now, He Ye is really collapsed now.

In an instant, Zhou Xinyi suddenly felt distressed, suddenly didn't want to provoke the man in front of him, and suddenly realized that this man was suffering as much as himself.

He thought, no matter what the reason was, He Ye would rather hurt himself than Liang Mengyu.

Liang Mengyu's death broke Zhou Xinyi's heart, as well as He Ye's heart.In Zhou Xinyi's view, this beloved man is the only one who can understand his mood at this moment and the only one who can accompany him in pain.