Chapter 1845 Who Are You Putting on a Show For?

Song Enya woke up once before, but when she opened her eyes and found that she was in the hospital, she cried and made noises, and almost pulled out the needle.

With great strength, Song Yunxi controlled her, and finally comforted her a few times, and then she calmed down and fell asleep again.

Her disturbance actually frightened one of his three souls away.

Jiang Qimeng complained, "With Yazhe here watching, even if Enya wakes up, Yazhe can take good care of her, good boy."

With that said, Jiang Qimeng walked over.

Song Yunxi immediately understood what she meant, and followed her closely, closing the door behind her.

Mu Yazhe frowned slightly.

He and Song Enya were the only ones left in the ward.

Originally, he intended to come and take a look, and if he was okay, he wanted to leave.

But now that Jiang Qimeng and Song Yunxi had left, he couldn't leave.

Mu Yazhe felt bored, and sat down slowly by the bed, his eyes fell on Song Enya's extremely bleak face, and the light in his eyes dimmed slightly.

He seemed to have seen Jiang Yishan who was lying on the hospital bed, dying.

At this moment, Song Enya's haggard face was so similar to Jiang Yishan that he couldn't help feeling a little pity.

But it was only a moment of trance, and he immediately woke up.

The person in front of her is Song Enya, not her mother.

Mother has passed away.

Thinking of this, Mu Yazhe was a little tired and closed his eyes.

His mother's death was his worst nightmare.

Back then, if Enya hadn't been by his side all the time, he might not have survived.

He pinned all his thoughts on his mother on her.

But this girl, in her teenage years, although her temper was arrogant, she was also an innocent little girl.

Why now, it has become like this.

This picture made him extremely disgusted.

What does she mean?

Cut your wrists? suicide?

Planning to "punish" his ruthlessness and stimulate him in a way that is almost self-harm?

In other words, it was a delusion to win his sympathy in such a way.

Do you think this will make him feel guilty?

While Mu Yazhe was having complicated thoughts, Song Enya suddenly opened her eyes slowly and woke up.

The goal is a snow-white ceiling, and the unique smell of disinfectant in the hospital can be smelled.

She suddenly caught a glimpse of a figure from the corner of her eye, turned her head suddenly, and looked at the man who was sitting quietly beside the bed without saying a word, a gratified smile suddenly appeared on her face.

"Brother Mu... are you here?"

"Um."

Mu Yazhe said indifferently, "You are still weak, don't talk too much."

He didn't want to hear her voice either.

Song Enya smiled bleakly, pursed her lips, and was about to speak, but saw Mu Yazhe frowning, and suddenly said coldly, "What is your intention of 'inviting' me in this way?"

"What's the meaning?"

"Enya, is this also one of your methods?"

Mu Yazhe kicked coldly, almost cruelly said, "Using such self-harm to win my sympathy and pity, is this your ambition?"

"I... I didn't!" Song Enya looked panicked and shook her head hastily.

"no?"

Mu Yazhe's voice suddenly raised a little, "Then who are you putting on a show for?"

His voice was not too loud, but every word fell into her ears, cruel as a knife.

Song Enya bit her lips so painfully that she could feel the numb pain coming from her lips.