Chapter 863: Can Speak

"Does it hurt?" He Xiyan gently placed a hand on Chen Jiahang's forehead. She felt that the body temperature was a little high. Looking at Jiahang's lips, they were so dry that they were about to bleed.

She quickly turned around, walked to the table, opened the kettle, and started pouring water.

Suddenly, she heard a strange voice, very hoarse, as if someone was calling her "Yan Yan..."

He Xiyan immediately looked back at the door of the ward to see if anyone was coming, but no one came.

Maybe I heard it wrong.

He Xiyan continued to pour water.

And when it was almost full, she heard the cry again, calling her "Yan Yan..."

"Who..."

He Xiyan looked back again, this time her eyes scanned every corner of the ward. However, besides herself, there was only Jiahang in this room.

Could it be...

He Xiyan suddenly opened her eyes, which were still a little confused, and looked at the man on the hospital bed in disbelief.

"Jiahang, it's you..."

Chen Jiahang slightly curved the corners of his mouth, showing a tenderness that he had not seen before. He nodded slightly and told the woman in front of him that it was him who shouted.

Bang!

The glass water glass in He Xiyan's hand fell directly to the ground, smashing to pieces, and the splashing water splashed on her skirt.

It was as if her brain had lost its ability to command, and she stood there numbly, with her mouth open enough to hold a duck egg. She stared blankly at Jiahang on the hospital bed, the man who had lived with her for three years.

In three years, is this the first time he has called her?

"Jiahang!" He Xiyan, who had recovered from the shock, almost rushed over.

"Jiahang, can you speak?" He Xiyan looked at Chen Jiahang in disbelief.

The surprise in his eyes turned into an indescribable excitement.

She bit her lip hard, as if to confirm whether she was dreaming.

Chen Jiahang nodded again, patted He Xiyan's cheek gently, and called out hoarsely: "Yanyan"

He Xiyan:......

He Xiyan cried with joy, and her face turned extremely red at an extremely fast speed.

"Great!" She said excitedly, her heart boiling like a pot of boiling water.

"Jiahang, please continue talking to me." He Xiyan no longer knew what words to use to describe her mood at this moment.

Chen Jiahang still had that gentle smile on his face. He stretched out his hand and suddenly pulled hard, pulling the woman in front of him into his arms and holding her gently.

"Yanyan, I'm sorry!"

It was still that hoarse and even somewhat unpleasant voice, with a deep apology.

He Xiyan's heart was pounding so hard that it felt like it was going to pop out.

It had been a long time since she had been as excited and happy as she was today.

"Jiahang, that's great, you can talk now, you really can talk." He Xiyan held Jiahang's hand, and more tears welled up in her eyes because of the excitement.

She was so excited that she forgot to ask him why he could suddenly speak.

Chen Jiahang didn't seem to be excited about his sudden ability to speak. He held He Xiyan, the woman he had been with for three years, in his arms and patted her back gently.

He looked out the window, his eyes suddenly heated up, and he couldn't help but feel sad.

In fact, he already knew her true identity and that her real name was He Xiyan and that she was born in a small town in Hunan Province.