Thinking about all this, Wei Chengfeng's tone softened a bit, "Just lie down, don't speak for now, we'll be at the hospital soon."
Qiao Ling closed her eyes, but the corners of her mouth curled into a bitter smile, "It's been a long time since you've spoken to me so gently."
If not for today's incident, I suppose he wouldn't have treated me like this?
Wei Chengfeng remained silent; it seemed now was an inappropriate time to say anything. Moreover, he didn't want to bring up their past relationship again. Sympathy aside, any lingering affection he had for her was completely worn out—if it weren't for this incident, he wouldn't even care to deal with her.
Qiao Ling did not get his response, and closed her eyes again, filled with pain, unable to describe her grief.
Even at this moment, he was unwilling to spare her a glance; even the recent tenderness was forced out of necessity.
It seems she was overthinking things.
