Chapter 1002 Song Wenchuan’s Apology

"I gonna go see."

Song Weiwei nodded hurriedly. After all, this was Song Yaoyao's former home. Song Weiwei didn't need to lead the way. She knew which room Song Wenchuan lived in.

"Give me the stuff and you wait outside."

Song Yaoyao stretched out her hand, and Huo Si immediately handed the medicine box to Song Yaoyao respectfully. When the door was closed, he stood guard outside the door like a door god, not allowing anyone to approach.

Song Weiwei looked at the fierce-looking Huo Si and stepped aside knowingly.

Song Yaoyao thought that Song Wenchuan simply had a fever, but when she saw it with her own eyes, she realized that he was not so much sick as he was in a daze.

Sometimes he calls her name, and sometimes he calls her Song Jingwan.

His voice was hoarse, tears kept falling from the corners of his eyes, and the pillow was wet with tears.

She opened the medicine box and took out the silver needle.

A few minutes later……

Song Wenchuan gradually improved and woke up slowly.

Song Yaoyao lowered her eyes and put away the silver needle.

Song Wenchuan has not forgotten that he is at home. Seeing Song Yaoyao at the Song family, he even thought he was dreaming.

"Yaoya..."

He stretched out his hand and tentatively touched Song Yaoyao's face, "I'm sorry..."

"What happened to you?"

Song Yaoyao frowned and stared at him steadily, letting his palm touch her cheek without moving away.

The warm and delicate touch, as well as the soft and caring voice, made Song Wenchuan stunned.

He regained some consciousness and asked blankly: "Yao Yao? Am I not dreaming?"

Song Yaoyao was speechless, "How about you pinch yourself to see if it hurts?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Song Wenchuan pinched his own arm.

He groaned in pain and let go of his hand. You could see that his skin was red, which showed that he was not gentle.

Song Yaoyao: "...what happened?"

It was so abnormal and not like what Song Wenchuan would do.

"I……"

He tugged at his lips and couldn't laugh at all.

In the past, he always hoped that Song Yaoyao could come back and be his sister. But later, he realized clearly that no one in this family welcomed Song Yaoyao except him.

In the Huo family, Song Yaoyao was the princess that everyone held in their hands.

She was living so well and happily, so what right did he have to disturb her?

But just last night, he unexpectedly learned from Song Jingwan that Song Yaoyao's slide down the hillside was not an accident, but Song Jingwan did it intentionally! !

She is committing murder! !

"If it's not convenient to say it, you don't have to say it."

Song Yaoyao interrupted him lightly, put her two fingers together and placed them on his wrist.

"Don't worry too much, don't put too much pressure on yourself. If -" she paused and looked at Song Wenchuan, "if you are really tired, you can take a rest."

The girl's voice was soft and soft, seemingly cold, but in fact her eyes showed concern that could not be concealed.

Song Wenchuan smiled. He suddenly opened his arms and hugged Song Yaoyao tightly.

"you--"

Song Yaoyao struggled for a moment and then heard Song Wenchuan's muffled voice, "Let me hug you, please..."

Song Yaoyao pursed her lips.

"Yaoyao, I'm sorry."

He only now knows how many things he did to hurt Yaoyao. She trusted him so much and finally regarded him as her brother. Why did she change later?

He thought he knew it, but now he discovered that it wasn't the whole truth at all.

"You must be very disappointed, right? For my brother." Song Wenchuan smiled bitterly. He did not dare to look directly at Song Yaoyao, for fear that being looked at by her clean eyes would make him unable to speak out. He could only do it in this way.