Jiang Miao woke up very hastily, without giving Sheng Xinghan any time to prepare, he was flustered and at a loss.

He was frightened and uneasy, at a loss, and didn't even know what to say when facing the sober Jiang Miao.

Finally, he stammered: "You...I...I'll call the doctor..."

They couldn't run with the same hands and feet and called the doctor to come in.

When the doctor examined Jiang Miao, Sheng Xinghan stood aside, his body trembling uncontrollably.

The fear in his heart was like the endless night outside, devouring him.

He has always been calm and reserved, so rational that he is almost indifferent.

There has never been anything that can really scare him, but now, fear makes his brain almost unable to think, making him not like him at all.

Sheng Xinghan instinctively wanted to clenched his fist, but with this movement, the wound on his palm burst open again.

The pain spread from the palm of his hand to his brain, and Sheng Xinghan finally regained some sanity.

He told himself in his heart that after sleeping for many days, Jiang Miao finally woke up.

As long as she can wake up, as long as she is well, no matter what kind of anger he has to face next, he is willing to accept it.

Whether it's hate or resentment, as long as she is good, as long as she can forgive him, he is willing to do anything.

but……

It was completely different from what Sheng Xinghan thought.

The doctor performed a series of examinations on Jiang Miao to make sure that there was nothing wrong with her body, and the rest was to take good care of her.

After the doctor left, only Sheng Xinghan and Jiang Miao were left in the ward.

He was tense and stiff, with cold sweat on his forehead, and wanted to speak, but because he was too nervous, he couldn't make a sound.

It was Jiang Miao who slightly moved her lips and revealed a very shallow smile: "Pour me a glass of water."

After sleeping for many days, this was the first sentence Jiang Miao said after waking up.

Her throat was so hoarse that she could hardly make any sound.

Sheng Xinghan looked at her in disbelief, and it took him a while to recover.

"well……"

"I'm sorry, it's me... I was too careless, you just woke up, you must be very thirsty... sorry..."

Like a child who did something wrong, Sheng Xinghan held a glass of water, carefully helped Jiang Miao get up and brought the glass to her lips.

When he got close to her and touched her, he was so nervous that he dared not breathe.

Sheng Xinghan knew better than anyone what the gap between him and Jiang Miao would be.

Jiang Miao has more qualifications to hate and hate him than anyone else.

He was afraid of being rejected by her and disgusted by her.

However, all the situations he expected did not appear.

There was no fierce quarrel, no strong hatred, nor Ling Ran's suffocating suspicion and indifference, Jiang Miao didn't even ask a superfluous question.

She drank water and even said to him: "Thank you."

Then he took a look at his hands, because the wound had burst and blood had soaked through the gauze.

She said, "Go back to the medicine."

"No...no need, it's fine..." Sheng Xinghan felt flattered.

"Let's go anyway."

After drinking water, Jiang Miao's voice improved a bit, but it was still hoarse.

After being kidnapped and comatose this time, Jiang Miao's body became thinner, and there was almost no flesh on her cheeks.

She was extraordinarily calm, with clear black and white eyes, without any strange emotions.

It was as if there had never been any other grievances between her and Sheng Xinghan.

It seems too slow to know each other's hidden everything from the beginning.

Faced with his suddenly able to walk legs and completely healed body, she didn't seem surprised, and didn't ask a word.

When Jiang Miao was in a coma, all the words Sheng Xinghan painstakingly prepared to ask her for forgiveness and all the explanations were useless.

But the more she behaved like this, the more uneasy and frightened Sheng Xinghan felt.

He would rather Jiang Miao would question fiercely, and would rather she show strong hatred towards him, than she is like this now.

The anger that can be seen is never scary, but the invisible is the real fear all day long.

Sheng Xinghan's hands were bandaged again, and the white porridge he ordered to prepare quickly was also delivered.

Jiang Miao was in a coma for several days. After waking up, her gastrointestinal function was very weak. The doctor told her to eat some light and easy-to-digest liquid food first.

Seeing Jiang Miao's weak appearance, Sheng Xinghan asked cautiously, "Let me feed you."

Jiang Miao smiled: "Okay."

Sheng Xinghan thought that Jiang Miao would refuse, but she didn't.

She drank the white porridge that Sheng Xinghan fed in one gulp.

Eat it very seriously, it seems that this is already the most delicious thing in the world.

Sheng Xinghan was so nervous that he almost couldn't hold the spoon several times.

Jiang Miao drank more than half of the bowl and couldn't eat any more. The doctor told her to eat small and frequent meals, and not to eat too much all at once.

Putting down the bowl, Sheng Xinghan glanced at the time, it was almost dawn.

His tense throat was dry, and his hands didn't know where to put them.

"Sorry, it's all my fault that you were kidnapped this time..."

Before finishing speaking, Jiang Miao interrupted.

"It's not easy to survive. You don't have to worry too much about who to blame."

She turned around and comforted him.

Sheng Xinghan stared at Jiang Miao's eyes obsessively, his eyes were unbearably pale, and his throat seemed to be blocked by something.

……

At dawn, Zhou Xiaoting, who received the news that Jiang Miao had woken up, came early.

When she stepped into the ward, she rushed forward and hugged Jiang Miao carefully.

Crying and laughing.

"Don't cry, am I okay?"

Zhou Xiaoting sniffed and put down the thermos in her arms.

"Sister, I brought you porridge. You just woke up and couldn't eat a lot of things. When you recover, I'll make you whatever you want."

Jiang Miao nodded with a smile: "Okay."

The thermos was opened, and Jiang Miao said, "It smells so good..."

Xue Qinghe tugged at Sheng Xinghan's sleeve, and the two walked out.

"Biao sister-in-law... is this forgiving you?" Xue Qinghe thought that when he arrived, he would see Jiang Miao and Sheng Xinghan arguing.

After all, in all things, she is the most innocent from the beginning to the end, the one who has been kept hidden.

Sheng Xinghan's harm to her could not be easily let go with a few words of apology.

However, when he stepped into the ward, Sheng Xinghan was helping Jiang Miao to sit up.

Jiang Miao also thanked him with a smile.

The two looked very harmonious, not at all the tension he had imagined.

Sheng Xinghan shook his head.

"do not know."

Xue Qinghe froze for a moment, he was surprised to find that the anxiety in Sheng Xinghan's eyes was even more than when Jiang Miao was asleep.

Sheng Xinghan frowned tightly.

"She... she hasn't asked anything since she woke up."

Xue Qinghe opened his mouth wide in surprise.

"Didn't ask anything? What... what do you mean?"

Sheng Xinghan didn't know either, he couldn't understand Jiang Miao now.

Many times she wanted to take the initiative to speak up and explain to Jiang Miao.

However, as soon as he opened his mouth, Jiang Miao interrupted him, not giving him a chance to continue.

Xue Qinghe swallowed his throat. This situation seems to be very good, but it seems to be the worst situation.

"Cousin, don't be too nervous. I think, maybe...maybe my cousin has gone through all these ordeals and finally came back alive, probably because she thinks...you don't need to worry about so much in life."

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