When I woke up, Song Yi was sitting beside the bed.
He was still humane and didn't let me live or die.
I don't know if he laughed out loud when he saw the blood all over the bed.
Lin Qingping finally got his comeuppance.
I twitched the corners of my mouth, thinking I was smiling, but it was actually ugly.
At least we have been together for so many years, and even without a glass of water, he raised his hand and slapped me.
"Why do you want to do that surgery? Didn't I tell you not to do it?"
My face was burning and painful, and my mouth was fishy and sweet.
"Song Yi, let's break up."
He probably wanted it, so he turned around and left the ward.
I pushed myself up with all my strength to reach for the water glass on the table, only to hear a clang and it shattered to the ground.
He glanced at the scars on his fingers that were so small that they could be ignored.
The nurse must have heard the quarrel in the room and opened the door and came in, "Mr. Lin, you can't move yet."
"I know when I can be discharged from the hospital." Trying to remain gentle.
The nurse blushed, "It's not that fast yet. You can only rely on yourself to recover. You still have to rest."
I smiled and said, "No, I want to do the removal surgery."
The nurse looked shocked.
I had to say it again, "I want to have it removed."
She patted the bedside bell blankly.
The doctor arrived quickly and was fiddling with me.
When I closed my eyes, all I could see was his face. I was taking advantage of Song Yi, a scumbag.
Song Yi and I are not from beginning to end.
Our story has an ending, not a beginning.
Intention: Entanglement of love and hate