Chapter 410
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Delicate and Weak
At the hospital.
The man was dressed in loose casual clothes, squinting as he leaned back in his wheelchair.
His fingertips were hanging under the armrest, holding a piece of paper. The words on it were flamboyant and sharp.
It had never been his style.
"You're welcome …"
Song Wen-chuan murmured. He sat there from the afternoon until the evening.
Outside the window was a small garden. The winter scenery was bleak, and the trees were bare, leaving only the branches. Under the small street lights, the family members were taking a walk with the patients.
Everyone's life was proceeding in an orderly manner, except for him —
Something seemed to have gone wrong.
It was like when he was recovering, something in his brain didn't match up, causing his life to seem to be running in an unknown direction.
It was so fast that Song Wen-chuan couldn't catch up with it.
Outside the inpatient department, two people who didn't get along with each other met on a narrow road.
Song Jingwan got out of the car and looked up with a smile. "Let's go up together?"
"Okay."
Song Yaoyao put her hands in the pockets of her coat and walked towards the elevator unhurriedly.
Song Jingwan was sitting in a wheelchair, but she wasn't slow either.
The two entered the elevator at the same time.
After pressing the floor, the elevator began to rise.
The narrow and tight space made people feel suffocated.
Song Jingwan asked, "I heard that the third class also prepared a play performance?"
"So?"
Song Yaoyao's gaze fell on the constantly changing number of words, and she didn't even look down.
"The first class also prepared. I was supposed to be the lead." She longed to be the lead and the focus of the crowd.
But Song Yaoyao made her have to live like a useless person for at least three months.
"It's all thanks to you, Song Yaoyao." Song Jingwan said coldly.
"Do you believe in retribution? Everything you have now is retribution. "
If Song Jingwan didn't have bad intentions and pushed the original Song Yaoyao into the swimming pool, which led to the original Song Jingwan's death. But now, she was still the high and mighty Song Family's Eldest Young Miss. Her original body was still that pitiful little girl who was suppressed by her radiance.
As the saying goes, where there is cause, there is effect.
She couldn't blame anyone else for her current situation.
"Heh …"
Song Jingwan sneered. She was not as angry as before, nor did she pretend to be a pitiful victim. She just stared blankly at Song Yaoyao. "Sooner or later, I'll find out the secret you're hiding. So what if I can't participate? This time, Class One will still win, including the final exam results — "
She would do her best.
To fight for everything that Song Yaoyao had taken away.
"Good luck ~"
Song Yaoyao smiled and her lips curved in disdain.
When the elevator door opened, Song Yaoyao didn't even look at Song Jingwan and walked straight out.
At the same time, in the ward.
Song Wen-chuan finally made up his mind and made a call.
"It's me. I remember you said that you have a very powerful friend abroad who is good at hypnosis, right?"
"Yes, it's not convenient for me to walk around now. If it's possible, please help me invite him over."
"Okay, see you in a few days —"
He had just hung up when Song Yaoyao walked in from outside.
"Our Yaoyao has grown up and knows how to care for her brother." Song Wen-chuan felt sweet in his heart. He smiled. "But the weather is cold. You don't have to come to the hospital every day. This is not a good place."
Some people said that the hospital was the place with the most germs in the world.
His little girl was delicate and delicate. Song Wen-chuan didn't want her to suffer every day.
(End of chapter)
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