Chapter 862 - Could Speak
Chapter 862: Could Speak
“Does it hurt?” He Xiyan put her hand gently on Chen Jiahang’s forehead, feeling his high body temperature a little high. Then she looked at Jiahang’s lips, which were so dry that they were almost bleeding.
She quickly turned around, went to the table, opened the kettle, and began to pour water.
Suddenly, she heard a strange voice, especially hoarse, as if someone was calling her “Yanyan…”.
He Xiyan immediately looked back at the door of the ward to see if anyone had come, but there was no one.
She probably heard something wrong.
He Xiyan continued to pour water.
When she was about to fill it up, she heard the call again, still calling her “Yanyan…”.
“Who is that…”
He Xiyan looked back again. This time, her eyes swept every corner of the ward. However, except for herself, there was only Jiahang.
Was it…
He Xiyan suddenly opened her sleepy eyes wide and looked unbelievably at the man in the bed.
“Jiahang, it’s you…”
Chen Jiahang bent his mouth corner slightly, with the kind of tenderness never seen in him before. He nodded slightly, telling the woman in front of him that it was he who called just now.
Bang…
The glass in He Xiyan’s hand fell directly onto the ground, which was smashed into pieces. The water spilled out on her skirt.
Her brain seemed to have lost its commanding power. Her whole person stood there still with mouth open, which could even be stuffed with a duck’s egg. She stared at Jiahang in the bed, a man whom she had lived with for three years.
For the first time in three years, this was the first time he had ever spoken to her!
“Jiahang!” He Xi Yan, who had returned to her mind from the shock, almost rushed over.
“Jiahang, can you speak now?” He Xiyan looked at Chen Jiahang incredibly.
The shock in her eyes turned into an unspeakable excitement.
She bit her lip hard, as if to confirm whether she was dreaming or not.
Chen Jiahang nodded his head again, and again patted her face gently, and called in a horse voice, “Yanyan”.
(He Xiyan)…
He Xiyan wept out of joy. Her face turned red totally in an instant.
“Great!” She said excitedly. Deep in her heart, it was like a pot of hot water, boiling instantly.
“Jiahang, you keep talking to me.” He Xiyan had no idea what words she could use to describe her mood at the moment.
Chen Jiahang still wore that gentle smile. He stretched out his hand, pulling the woman in front of him suddenly into his arms and holding her gently.
“Yanyan, I’m sorry!”
His hoarse voice, even unappealing to ears, had with it a deep sense of apology.
He Xiyan’s heart is beating like a thump.
It had been a long time since she felt today’s excitement and joy.
“Jiahang, that’s great. You can talk. You can really talk.” He Xiyan grabbed Jiahang’s hand. More tears welled up in her eyes because of thrill.
She was so excited that she even forgot to ask why he could speak suddenly out of no reason.
Chen Jiahang did not seem to be thrilled at the face that he could speak all of a sudden. He held He Xiyan in his arms, the woman who had lived with him for three years, gently patting her back.
When he looked out of the window, his eyes suddenly warmed and couldn’t help feeling sad deep in his heart.
In fact, he already knew her real identity and knew that her real name was He Xiyan, born in a small town in Xiang Province.