She felt that the haze that had been suppressed in her heart for a long time was quietly dissipating, and she breathed a sigh of relief, turned her head sideways to look at the faint picture in the emergency room and asked, "Then can I go in and see them?"
"No problem, Miss, but please be careful not to get the infusion tubes on them."
"I know."
She couldn't wait to bypass the doctors and walk in.
The doctors didn't want to stay here either, so they left one after another.
She closed the door to the emergency room and looked at the two beds by the window, at the two men in blue gowns, haggard but familiar.
She stood there like ice, and the hot tears fell in an uproar before she could close her eyes.
It's been four and a half years.
For four and a half years, she hadn't seen their faces.
The loving father who always treats her like a child, the one who always loves to follow her and call her Miss over and over again, willing to do anything interesting and boring with her, always tells her that as long as Miss likes something, then he will like Karen.
She covered her mouth with her hand to resist the urge to cry out loud.
Don't look over your head and look out the floor-to-ceiling windows at the forest and weep.
I don't know how long I stood there, and my mood calmed down a little.
Trembling, she walked in her father's direction.
She walked to the bedside, knelt on the ground, trembled and held her father's calloused hand, and looked at his father's face, which looked like it was ten years older than before.
She wanted to shout out daddy In the past four years, she has shouted this title countless times in her dreams.
When she was desperate and helpless, when she had won all kinds of achievements with her own efforts, when she found out that her children had not died, everything she had encountered in the past four years, she wanted to share with her beloved father.
But now that I really see it, I don't want to say all the words.
She buried her face in her father's arm and cried like a child.
She cried uncontrollably, without reservation.
She never dared to cry like this in front of anyone, because she was an adult in anyone's eyes.
Everyone thinks she should be sensible and orderly.
But in front of her father, she can cry anytime and anywhere, and she never needs to pay attention to any reason.
Because in her father's eyes, she was just a child.
Always a child.
She can be squeamish, she can be a scoundrel, she can be ignorant.
When he woke up, he wouldn't scold her or talk about her, he would just pat her on the head as before, coax her like a child, say that Daddy will buy you your favorite baked potatoes to eat, and tell her that it's going to rain outside and don't forget to bring an umbrella outside, she will get wet and catch a cold.
"Miss."
She heard the sound of the cup falling to the ground, and heard Karen's low voice ringing out, "Miss, is that you?"
She looked up to see that Cullen, who was still unconscious with his eyes closed on the opposite bed, was moving his hands, and the iron cup on the bedside table had been accidentally pushed to the ground by him.
"Miss, are you crying, Miss, are you in trouble, Miss, don't be afraid, I'll come over to help you right away, I'll come over to help you now" Her heart was sour, and she quickly stood up and walked over.
She took Karen's hand, her voice choked, "Karen has no one to hurt me, I'm fine, I'm fine." ” "Miss, is Miss really you?"
Cullen gripped her fingers, he was dreaming, he couldn't see anything clearly, he could only hear sounds, his facial features distorted with a headache.
Holding her hand harder and harder, he didn't know what he was holding, but the nightmarish separation scene from four years ago, oshow7 t1706231537: