He even knew that she wanted to use his headache as a reason to carry out treatment.

The most terrible thing is not this.

Wei Qianling remembered the man's intriguing words, "Do you think that I am just a paranoid and a disease with Song Chujiu?"

This man is so scary that it makes people shudder.

A mentally ill person is not scary, but what is scary is that he knows everything.

Perhaps, in Xiao Moqing's heart, he also realized that he had a different attachment to Song Chujiu than ordinary people.

...

The atmosphere in the ward instantly became cold and silent.

Song Chujiu looked at the man's secret eyes and his palms were cold.

He knows everything.

Xiao Moqing looked at her without blinking, her thin lips opened and her clear voice was a bit stubborn.

"If I don't care about you so much after I recover, will you not care?"

Song Chujiu looked at him, "Just I care about you."

The man's black eyes remained staring at her, "You did not answer this question directly."

Song Chujiu knew how to escape, but "Well, I just want to cure your illness now."

Since they are still together, it doesn’t matter who cares more and who cares less.

But, it really doesn't matter?

Xiao Moqing's black eyes darkened inch by inch, holding her hand unconsciously tightening, pinching her wrist hurt.

Song Chujiu did not cry out in pain, nor did he let him go.

A proud person like him is used to controlling everything and has a high status. Letting him admit that he has such a disease is undoubtedly trampling his dignity under his feet.

The rain outside gradually stopped.

Xiao Moqing did not choose to stay overnight in the hospital, but chose to go home.

When I went back, it was Qin Yan who drove the car.

Along the way, neither of them continued to talk.

After returning home, Xiao Moqing still said nothing and even walked in front of her rarely.

Until she lay down on the bed and fell asleep, Xiao Moqing never said a word to her, nor even hugged her to sleep.

However, when she slept until midnight, Song Chujiu was awakened by the man beside her.

She turned on the light at the head of the bed and saw the man looking, and knew that he was having a nightmare again.

He has had nightmares more recently than before.

Is it because I stopped the medication and did not treat it?...

Squeezing down the worries in his heart, Song Chujiu gently pushed him.

"Xiao Moqing, Xiao Moqing..."

The slender eyelashes trembled slightly, and the man opened his eyes.

The light in the room was not bright, and only the warm-colored light at the head of the bed was turned on, so when you opened your eyes, you would not feel dazzling.

He turned his head and saw the woman's worried eyes.

Suddenly, those worried eyes turned into fear, disgust and coldness in the dream.

Xiao Moqing was in a daze.

"Xiao Moqing?" Song Chujiu felt even more worried when he saw something was wrong with his expression. "Are you okay?"

Perhaps Nanxi was right, she could no longer let his condition be delayed.

Xiao Moqing looked at her again. The illusion that had just disappeared, and the eyes in front of her had nothing but worry.

"It's okay." Xiao Moqing's voice was a little hoarse.

Song Chujiu poured him a glass of water, and Xiao Moqing took it and took a sip, and his mood became much more stable.

Song Chujiu whispered: "Your nightmare and headache cannot continue like this. Why not let Dr. Wei see it first?"
Chapter completed!