Chapter 5790: Goodbye

Han Yu was also afraid that when Zhang Xingyun knew that she had that kind of weird ability, he would treat her as a monster, but he did not expect that the magic of Zhang Xingyun far exceeded her thinking.
Zhang Xingyun is not only very skilled, but also adept in medical skills. He turns out to be the same as himself, but also has abilities different from ordinary people!
"Zhang Xingyun, you..."
Han Yu was surprised and happy.
What is surprised is who exactly is Zhang Xingyun?
Fortunately, the distance between her and Zhang Xingyun has narrowed again.
"Don't worry, what I said about you is mine. Will you still doubt my promise now?"
Seeing that Han Yu's skin had gradually returned to normal, Zhang Xingyun stopped the aura from entering in due course, but did not let go of his palm.
Han Yu's bare hands are white, and his fingers are straight and long, but the palms of his hands are a bit rough, and there are scars after winter injuries in some places, which look a bit flawed.
Now that Panasonic is coming, and hearing Zhang Xingyun's solemn words again, Han Yu's heart and liver are pounding. Although he can't see his face, I believe it must be extremely red at this time.
"I, I..." Han Yu lowered his head and didn't know how to answer for a while.
She thought of what Zhang Xingyun said at the beginning, the phrase "be my wife", although simple and straightforward, it hit Han Yu's heart directly.
Although Zhang Xingyun felt that Zhang Xingyun was comforting herself at first, she still felt very pleased because it was Zhang Xingyun's importance to her.
And now that Zhang Xingyun looks so solemnly, it makes her look at that sentence again, is it possible that Zhang Xingyun has always been serious?
"I will take you to a place."
Zhang Xingyun seemed to have thought of something. He glanced at his pocket. There were photos and letters in it.
"Go, where to go..."
Han Yu raised his head and asked.
But before she could ask it out, she gave a soft voice, and her whole person had been memorized by Zhang Xingyun.
Then Zhang Xingyun walked to Qi Meng's side.
"Lend your hat to use it." Zhang Xingyun said.
Qi Meng wore the little felt hat she wore when she first met Zhang Xingyun.
"Oh, here you are." Qi Meng understood, she quickly took off her hat from her head and handed it to Zhang Xingyun.
"Thank you." Zhang Xingyun took the hat and put it on Han Yu's head on his back.
Although he didn't think what happened to Han Yu, whose face was bandaged, the other party was a girl after all, and he had to take into account some of the other's feelings.
After putting on his hat, Han Yu pressed his head tightly to Zhang Xingyun's back.
At this moment, she very much hoped that time could stop, and she could always lean on Zhang Xingyun's back so quietly, this feeling was very warm.
But Han Yu touched his face again, and his eyes were filled with depression.
Zhang Xingyun walked out of the ward with Han Yu on his back.
Qi Meng didn't move. She knew that this was the time for both of them. Looking at the back of the two of them leaving, Qi Meng showed a trace of dismay.
"Goodbye Yuer, goodbye... brother."
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Although the hospital stipulates that patients who are still in the recovery stage cannot be taken away casually, Zhang Xingyun's identity is relatively special, and there are no rules in Zhang Xingyun's eyes, so he left the hospital casually.
There were a lot of people on the road. When Zhang Xingyun passed by, most of them looked sideways, their eyes curious.
Although Han Yu wears a hat, the hospital gown with gauze on his face is too conspicuous, it is impossible not to attract the attention of others.
At this moment, Han Yu surprisingly didn't care about other people's gazes, instead resting his head on Zhang Xingyun's broad shoulders, his eyes revealed memories.
She was wondering how she and Zhang Xingyun met, and how did she like this big boy?
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