C207 The Origin of the Scar

Yan Yilang had a wound that couldn't be touched by water. Therefore, bathing became a difficult task for him.

"Long live, I want to take a bath." It had been two days since he took a bath. Yan Yilang felt very uncomfortable. He was a very particular man.

"No, I can't take a shower."

The wound had not completely healed. Was this man courting death?

Even if he wanted to die, Qiao Xinyou could not give him this chance.

"But it is very uncomfortable."

"I will give you a towel to wipe it." Qiao Xinyou suggested.

"But..."

"There are no buts."

"Alright then."

Yan Yilang obediently lay on the bed and let Qiao Xinyou help him wipe his body.

Qiao Xinyou was especially careful when she wiped the upper half of his body. She was afraid that it would hurt Yan Yilang. When she touched the wound, she felt that she was not wiping Yan Yilang's body. It was like she was wiping a priceless jade. After all, in Qiao Xinyou's eyes, only money could make her spend 120 thousand yuan on it.

However, Yan Yilang's body really could not be looked at closely. When he looked at her, even a woman would have a nosebleed. Why did his figure have to be so good? His pectoral muscles, his abdominal muscles, and his pectoral muscles were all full marks.

Qiao Xinyou lowered her head and wished she could cover her eyes.

Don't look at molestation.

Even though she had seen his body eight hundred years ago. However, even though she had seen him on the bed at that time, she hadn't looked at him so closely. Now that she looked at him, she felt more and more that Yan Yilang was a handsome and perfect man with no flaws.

He was so handsome that it was a complete mess.

When she touched Yan Yilang's arm, Qiao Xinyou finally saw the long and shocking scar behind Yan Yilang's arm.

Her heart suddenly sank. She was very sad.

When did Yan Yilang have such a serious injury on his body? How painful must it be?

Yan Yilang also saw the pain in Qiao Xinyou's eyes. He did not speak and quietly looked at Qiao Xinyou.

Long, long, long, will you ask me the origin of my scar?

"This, does it hurt?" Qiao Xinyou gently asked.

Yan Yilang shook his head. "It doesn't hurt anymore."

"When did this happen?"

She clearly remembered that there were no scars on his body. At that time, the young man wearing a black hat and riding a bicycle, how could there be scars?

"Three years ago."

Three years ago, at that time, Yan Yilang was still in a gloomy and dark prison.

Then...

It was the pain he suffered there, the scars he left behind.

"What happened? Who did it?"

Qiao Xinyou asked. Every question made her heart hurt a little.

It was she who personally sent Yan Yilang to prison. Actually, it should be the scar she gave him.

Yan Yilang looked at Qiao Xinyou's face full of guilt and heartache. He thought in his heart, Finally, you finally saw my scar. You finally asked me where this scar came from.

After waiting for so long, it seemed like all the revenge I had since I got out of prison was to wait for your greeting. I only wanted to see your heartache and only wanted to confirm. Yes, you have me in your heart.

My revenge has succeeded, Qiao Xinyou. My revenge has succeeded.

Then, he slowly explained, "It was a riot that happened in the prison for three years. It was very chaotic at that time. The few gangs led by the boss in the prison caused a commotion and caused the prison guards to suppress them. In a place like the prison where people eat people, if you can't protect yourself well, you will only be bullied. The police sent out a gun machine to suppress me, and it was during the chaos that I was hacked with a knife. But even now, I don't know who cut me with a knife."

Yan Yilang's tone was very calm and calm, as if he was watching the riot that shook the police station from afar. However, when he said it, it seemed like he was just an uninvolved person. It was as if he was just watching a show.

Qiao Xinyou thought of such a scene. When she thought of Yan Yilang's suffering in prison, her heart overflowed with sadness.

However, there was nothing she could do except guilt.

The one who gave Yan Yilang this pain was herself.

"Yilang, Yan Yilang." Qiao Xinyou did not know what else to say. She had stopped wiping Yan Yilang's hands.

"Alright, that's all in the past."

"Yes, it's all in the past," ___ said. Qiao Xinyou replied faintly. But how could it be in the past? The truth would always exist. She was a little afraid of facing Yan Yilang now, so she hurriedly wiped Yan Yilang's upper body. She covered Yan Yilang with the blanket again and said, "I'll go out and pour the water out first."

There was a separate bathroom in the ward, so there was no need to go outside to pour water. However, Yan Yilang knew that Qiao Xinyou needed to calm down, so he let Qiao Xinyou go.

Once Qiao Xinyou walked through the door, she eagerly wanted to go out. She did not know why, but her tears seemed to have turned on a switch. They could not be turned off and fell down.

Nurse, who walked over from the side, stared at Qiao Xinyou curiously. Did the handsome guy's girlfriend in the ward suffer some kind of grievance? She actually cried like this, and she was holding a basin with no image at all.

However, nurse still felt a little happy in his heart. Did these two people boast? Does this mean that we have a chance?

One nurse pushed and shoved the other nurse. " Hey, she must have been dumped. That's why she's like this."

"Yeah, I think so."

"Then I'll have a chance." nurse laughed so hard that he shook his head.

"You, are you as handsome as me?"

...

"She looks familiar. It looks like that celebrity."

"Isn't she the one who acted as the bad girl in the previous online drama with Lu Weiwei?"

"Oh, oh, oh, right. That's her."

Nurse and the others quietly discussed and walked away. A doctor who operated on Yan Yilang saw Qiao Xinyou's appearance and stopped Qiao Xinyou from asking earnestly, "Miss Jojinlian, what happened to you?"

Qiao Xinyou shook her head. Her tears kept falling like a broken thread.

"What happened to you? Are you out of love?" The doctor was quite old, so greeting him was the concern of an ordinary senior.

"No, thank you, doctor, for your concern. I just feel uncomfortable. I feel very sorry for Yan Yilang." Qiao Xinyou's voice was very heavy, and she was sobbing.

"What do you mean sorry? You deserve it. When young people fall in love, there are not so many things to do. Miss Jojinlian, I can see that Mr. Yan Yilang likes you very much." The doctor patted Qiao Xinyou's shoulder and left.

Qiao Xinyou took the basin to the bathroom and walked to the bench outside by herself.

At that time, she was sitting on the bench. The man wrapped her in a coat, afraid that she would freeze. He even specially brought her a cup of milk tea.

Qiao Xinyou broke her tears into a smile.

Yan Yilang, if you are not my enemy, how simple would our love be?

However, when she thought of that scar, she felt as if she had been stabbed in the heart. It was painful and uncomfortable.

Yan Yilang, am I wrong? I shouldn't have sent you to prison. I shouldn't have let you suffer so much. You are you, and your father is your father.

I shouldn't have reinforced my hatred on you.

Yan Yilang, I'm sorry.