Immediately, all people turn to look at her. Jasmine is a little confused, but she feels that her heartbeat
is quickening because of their delighted gazes.
Lily bents over and leans close to Adair's ear. "Go out and call your Uncle Pehry back. Tell him that
Auntie Jasmine is awake."
"Okay!"
Adair rushes out of the ward door. Jasmine leans over and asks her, "How are you? Can you hear my
voice?"
Jasmine wants to tell her that she can, but she can't make a sound. Now, even nodding is very difficult
for her.
Half a minute later, the ward door is pushed open again, and a black shadow flashes in front of her
eyes, followed by a gentle kiss on her lips.
Pehry touches her face and lowers his head to kiss her. "You're finally awake."
Finally, although Rex is touched, he still feels a little embarrassed. It is only one night, okay? He can
understand that if Jasmine has passed out for a while longer, like two days and one night. But right
now, he feels Pehry is being dramatic.
Jasmine's gaze indicates that she is a little sleepy. Karl rushes over quickly. After doing all the tests, he
heaves a sigh of relief. "Her wake-up proves that she is strong-minded. No need to worry too much.
Because she's been traumatized, she will react slowly. Be patient."
Pehry nods. He will do everything for Jasmine right now, let alone just being patient.
Rex knows that he needs space, so he leaves with Adair and Lily. After the medical staff members
finish the examination, they also leave. In the huge ward, there are only Pehry and Jasmine.
Jasmine is unable to speak, but she thinks of a lot of things in her heart. She remembers what has
happened before she faints, and she becomes very depressed. She is worried that the wound on her
abdomen will bring her a big scar on her body...
Pehry senses her unstable emotions and doesn't know what to say to alleviate her emotions. He can
only try his best to take care of her and stay by her side.
For nearly a week, like this, they make no communication. On the eighth day, Pehry finally becomes
impatient and couldn't help but garb Carl and ask him, "How's she doing? The medicine you prescribed
is working or not?"
For a moment, Carl doesn't know what to say. "Are you so nervous that you start to question my
profession?"
Pehry puts his hand down gloomily, "Then why can't she talk?"
"The results of the examination show that she can talk. Why doesn't she talk? You should ask yourself."
"Ask myself? I'm not a doctor. How would I know?"
Karl says seriously, "Two reasons are possible. First, she hasn't adapted herself yet, but the chances of
this are very small. Second, she doesn't want to talk to you, so she chose to remain silent."
Hearing this, Pehry's expression becomes gloomier, and he begins to feel a bit of unease.
If she doesn't want to talk to him, then....
Karl thinks that Pehry will ask him more questions. However, the next second, Pehry suddenly turns
around and leaves. He looks at the empty space and sighs, "What a torturing relationship."
When Pehry returns to the ward, Jasmine is reading a book on the bed. She can sit up now. A week
later, she is discharged from the hospital.
Seeing him, her gaze does not stop and moves back to the book right away.
For nearly half a minute, Pehry stands at the door. He is struggling inside. In the end, he walks to her
side and says, "Jasmine, you can speak, right?"
Jasmine's body stiffens. Pehry does not miss this subtle reaction.
He squats down and looks at her, "Why don't you talk to me? Do you hate me?"
Silence is the only answer he gets.
He isn't frustrated and continues, "Tell me what you are you thinking about. I can accept all your ideas
no matter what they are. If you don't want to see me or talk to me, I will find someone to replace me.
Don't make yourself uncomfortable, okay?"
After saying those words, Pehry can feel that Jasmine is even more silent. Her eyes also move away
from him.
Jasmine doesn't want to face him, which makes him a little anxious. He doesn't want to force her too
much. So, he stands up again and wants to go out to adjust his emotions.
Just as he turns around, he hears Jasmine's incomparably hoarse voice, "I just don't like your attitude."
Pehry doesn't expect that she will speak. Hearing this, Pehry is a little confused, "What?"
Jasmine looks up at him and says, "I've heard your conversation with Karl a few days ago. You want to
reconsider our relationship when I'm recovered, don't you?"
Pehry is stunned as he thinks of the conversation he has with Karl outside the ward the day after she
wakes up.
At that time, they both think that she is asleep and do not close the door tightly. She hears their
conversation.
Jasmine raises her hand and points at the wound on her abdomen. "I am injured for you. No matter
how painful I am, I have never regretted. But after hearing those words, I am regretful. If I knew you
would think like this, I wouldn't have blocked the attack for you..."
As she speaks, she is so aggrieved that she even chokes up. Her suppressed emotions are released
and tears flow down her face. She wants to wipe it off, but Pehry is one step ahead of her.
"I'm afraid you'll be in danger again because of me."
"So, you're pushing me away?" Jasmine wants to get rid of his hand that is trying to wipe away her
tears. "I don't need you to do this."
"Jasmine..."
"If that's your plan, you don't have to take care of me." She endures the heartache and pretends not to
care at all, "You've always wanted to push me away anyway."
"I didn't." Pehry feels heartache as he holds her tightly in his arms. His chest heaves violently, "I have
never wanted to push you away. Letting you go is even more painful than letting me die! Do you
understand?"
"I don't know. All I can see is that you want to push me away when I'm recovered!" Jasmine also shouts
hysterically, "I didn't do this to make you leave me..."
Jasmine's gentle voice passes to his ears, like a wake-up call.
He is in the middle of their complex relationship and can't see clearly, which put his beloved girl in
danger. All she wants is to be with him.
In an instant, he understands her sincere heart.
Pehry tightens his hands and apologizes in a low voice, "I am sorry."
His apology stops Jasmine's struggling movements. She stops crying and sobs.
"I won't push you away from now on, never again."
"Then what if I encounter danger in the future? Will you waver again?"
"No, if we die, we will die together."
This time, Jasmine finally smiles. She nods lightly and signs the life and death contract with her words,
"Yes, we will die together."
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