Martin closed his eyes hard and suppressed all the surging emotions in his heart.

　　He gently picked up GuYing and put her back into the wheelchair. He didn't know if he was talking to GuYing or himself.

　　"I don't love her. How could I love her?"

　　GuYing nodded with tears in her eyes, not mentioning that Martin had completely lost control of his emotions just now. She just covered her forehead and said softly, "Martin, I have a headache. Can you drive me home?"

　　Martin replied and pushed GuYing out of the hospital quickly.

　　But he didn't care about GuYing's bleeding forehead at all. He even didn't remember to ask...