Although the 18-year-old Jiang Lan is well-behaved and sensible and soft-hearted, he is also spoiled by Lu Jingchi to have a bit of temper.

Because she knew that her patron saint was behind her and would not let anyone bully her.

Even when Lu Wanrou got her angry, she could pounce on her and fight her back and forth. Sometimes she was so stubborn that she couldn't even pull her back.

She was confident at that time, and it was Lu Jingchi who gave her the confidence.

Eighteen-year-old Jiang Lan felt that she was not afraid of the world because she had all the preference Lu Jingchi gave her and the courage to be enemies of the whole world.

Some people say she is a dog beside Lu Jingchi, and she pretends to be a tiger's power. She treats Lu Jingchi's words as imperial edicts, and she will go wherever he asks her to go.

Even if she was asked to jump from the upstairs, she wouldn't even blink her eyes. She would just think that he would definitely catch her downstairs.

If she accidentally fell to death, she would think before she died that she must have jumped to the wrong way.

But for Jiang Lan, he is her faith, her god, and she is his most devout believer.

Some people also say that without him, she is nothing.

Without Lu Jingchi, she would be a homeless and poor mute.

Yes, their words come true.

The person who guarded her disappeared, she became a homeless and betrayal dog, and anyone could bully her.

No matter how she calls, that person will never appear again.

No one supports her anymore.

Jiang Lan's eyes were red and she looked at the man in front of her, and her tears flowed silently.

Her eyes were broken little by little, and in her empty eyes, there was desolation.

It turns out that he doesn't want her anymore.

Jiang Lan's hand drooped and gave up struggling.

Lu Jingchi slowly loosened her hand by pinching her neck.

He hugged Jiang Lan in his arms and hugged her tightly, as if he wanted to melt her into his bones and blood.

He whispered in her ear: "It's me, I'm my brother."

His voice was hoarse and somewhat undetectable.

Jiang Lan closed his eyes and did not respond to him.

But she knew in her heart that he was not.

Not him.

Jiang Lan was tired, she was locked in the man's arms. When she heard his strong and powerful heartbeat, she slowly lost her thoughts.

The person in his arms gradually disappeared, and Lu Jingchi let her go.

She closed her eyes tightly, tears hanging on her eyelashes, and her eyelashes were stuck together by tears, her brows were tightly furrowed, and even when she fell asleep, tears at the corners of her eyes were still falling.

He put her on the bed, stroked her small face as big as a palm, and wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes.

Time is the cruelest punishment in this world. Some people and some things will never be returned.

Just like when I grow up, I can never wear two-year-old clothes again, and I can no longer do somersaults in the yard without any restraint.

Just like the person Jiang Lan wants, he will never come back.

Even if she stood in front of her, she was no longer the person she wanted.

He just sat on the head of the bed, close to her, separated by the sky and the earth.

Dr. Hu stood at the door and didn't dare to go in. He saw the figures in the house desolate, unprecedented decay and loneliness.

Dr. Hu secretly retreated and pretended not to come.

It snowed all night.

The next day, the sky cleared, and there was a thick layer of snow covering the outside, and the trees in the yard seemed to turn white overnight.

Mrs. Lin and Mrs. Wang took shovels to sweep the snow at the door, piled the snow into the corner, and a way was empty in the middle.
Chapter completed!