C526 He Couldn't Bear to Blame Her
C526 He Couldn't Bear to Blame Her
Turning her head, she saw Zhan Yeling's cold face. At this moment, it was slightly aged and his black eyes were staring at her sharply.
She did not dare to look too much and turned her head away.
"Where do you feel uncomfortable?" His low magnetic sound quality rang out peacefully.
Xiong Miao blinked and turned her head again. "It hurts. I don't know where it hurts..."
To be precise, it hurts everywhere.
At this moment, she was like a wounded child. Her weak voice was lonely and helpless as she begged the adults to comfort her.
All these years, no matter what kind of suffering she had, she was used to being supported by one person, being strong.
However, now, there was suddenly a person who was asking her for help.
Her heart became weak and weak, longing to be cared for, cared for and taken care of.
Who didn't grow up from a child? Who didn't want to be cared for and cared for and cared for?
No one was born to know how to be strong and independent, to shoulder everything alone.
Who wasn't a stiff shield that had been sharpened by life?
The stronger and more independent a person was, the more suffering she had to suffer.
Zhan Yeling was the one who understood this the most.
"Let me massage you." Zhan Yeling's low and magnetic voice was filled with a trace of tenderness.
He got up and walked to her side. He reached out his right hand and gently placed it on her waist. He gave her a gentle massage.
"Aiya..." With just a little bit of strength, she frowned in pain.
Zhan Yeling's expression changed. He immediately withdrew his force and massaged her even more gently.
He had great strength to begin with. If he did not control his strength well, he might really be able to help her crush her.
He had barely used any strength just now, but she was still in pain. It seemed that she was really sore.
After his strength became lighter and lighter, his hand that was covered in a thin cocoon gently caressed her waist. It was like a professional massage instrument that made Xiong Miao feel much more comfortable.
She came back to her senses and her gaze touched the back of his left hand. There was also a needle there.
She asked in puzzlement, "What's wrong with you? Are you sick?"
"I'm fine." Two words came out of his thin lips.
He didn't want to say more, so she didn't want to ask.
After that, both of them became silent. In the quiet space, Xiong Miao could clearly feel his breathing.
It was steady and gentle.
He was deliberately relaxing all of his movements, including his breathing. Was he worried that he would frighten her?
Zhan Yeling gave her a massage for a while and said, "Are you better?"
Xiong Miao said, "Much better."
Zhan Yeling took his hand away and looked up. The drip bottle on top was empty, and his saline water was finished.
Xiong Miao also saw it. "Call the nurse in."
As soon as she finished speaking, she saw Zhan Yeling pull out the needle himself. He put on a tape with band-aid on the back of his hand and stuck the needle on the needle.
Xiong Miao,... ""
Zhan Yeling's movements were quick and smooth. He lifted his eyes and looked at her.
His thin lips moved slightly as he prepared to say something.
In the end, he still did not say the words he wanted to say.
With her weak and sickly appearance, he finally could not bear to ask her why she wanted to abort their child.
He also couldn't bear to make things difficult for her.
No matter what, she was still alive. This was the greatest comfort.
"You rest first. I'll call the nurse in." He calmly finished speaking and walked out of the ward with his long legs.
Xiong Miao's line of sight only stopped when he disappeared from the ward.
Even if Zhan Yeling did not say it, Xiong Miao herself knew that the child she just had was gone.
Why did she suddenly have an abortion?
Could it be because she had taken the pill previously?
Was the will of heaven going to let the child have an abortion?
When she thought of this, her heart felt as if it had been stabbed by a needle.
She closed her eyes in pain.