"Jinbao, you are injured, please obey me..."

"I won't listen, don't bother me"

Teacher Yan Jia also supported Jinbao and wanted to coax her back to the ward, but the obedient Jinbao in the past actually threw away the few people who were concerned about her, sat down on the chair, and never left the door for a second.

door

Jinbao, does she really love Darius? At this time, she seems to be all Darius

"Baby, it's okay." Yin Beisha also left Yan Yeyi and sat next to Jinbao, covering Jinbao's little hand comfortingly.

I stood aside, cold, maybe too cold, my trembling body became colder and colder. I gritted my teeth and tried to control the twitching all over my body.

The atmosphere became quiet again. From the other end of the corridor in the ward, there was suddenly a clear sound of high-heeled shoes clicking at a very fast speed, and the aura indicated that the visitor was not malicious.

Who could it be? Suddenly, all the silent people turned their eyes to that corner.

In a few seconds, a girl with short hair quickly walked out from around the corner.

It's Hei Canji. She walks straight towards me. The hatred in her eyes is so cold that it makes people feel chilly.

"She..."

"Pa--"

A shrill slap sounded resolutely before anyone could react.

I only wanted to know about She Moyang's situation, and I forgot that Hei Canji would definitely give me this slap.

As soon as the words came out, she really slapped me hard

My already exhausted body was knocked back two steps by her slap, and I happened to bump into the row of waiting benches, and my calf hit the chair.

I waved my arms conditionally, trying to maintain balance, but my whole body was almost exhausted and I couldn't even stand still.

For the first time in my life, I bent my knees and knelt in front of Hei Canji

"Silly girl..."

"Don't touch me." Leng Yuge, who was standing behind me, stepped to my side and immediately wanted to help me up.

But I waved his hand away and I roared angrily. Everyone looked at me in surprise, as if they didn't believe that I would kneel down to others.

Kneeling on the cold floor, I clenched my fists, gritted my teeth, endured the humiliation, and lowered my head without saying a word.

All of this started because of me. If my patience can reassure the injured, then why not?

God! I'm so tired. Please, can you tell me that this is all just a dream?
Chapter completed!