He was stupid enough to risk his life to save her.
He is just a child, a child who knows nothing. He looks like an adult, but he is still a child who has not grown up. How can he bear these pains?
He has suffered enough, losing his memory, losing his past, and also losing everything.
In the haze, the quilt on her head was pulled away, and the light dust in the room fell, reflecting her huddled body, and the tears on her face that could no longer be hidden. At this time, she was like a victim.
Like a wounded animal, there is only one person licking his wounds and bearing the sorrow alone.
Slowly opening her eyes, she raised her head and saw a soft light in her clear green eyes. She stretched out her arms and put her arms around his neck. I'm sorry, I'm really sorry.
"Lan, don't cry. Does it hurt?" Qing hurriedly patted Qinglan's back, thinking her wound hurt. When he heard her cry, it almost scared him to death. Lan was not the only one.
She loves to cry, but as long as she starts crying, she will cry endlessly, and every time, it will make him extremely uncomfortable.
It hurts, it really hurts. Xiang Qinglan smelled the clean smell on Qing's body, and his body warmed her body. It hurt, it made her heartache. Fool Qing.
That night, they slept in each other's arms, Qing holding Xiang Qinglan's body tightly, sleeping on the same bed and quilt with her, warming each other's bodies and minds.
They are never willing to go through the fear of loss again.
Qing patted Xiang Qinglan's back gently, the strength of his hand was indescribably gentle. He lowered his head and looked at the little woman in his arms. Her face was still pale, which showed that her body had not recovered.
How good.
"Lan..." He muttered her name, leaned down, and kissed her dry. There were still cold tears on her face. It was a salty and bitter taste that shocked his heart every time.
The beating seems to bring about a scar and a pain.
What causes such suffering and pain?
He clenched his hands tightly, then released them, placing his fingers on Xiang Qinglan's hair.
"Lan, we should never be separated again, no matter what the reason is," he pressed her face tightly, and the delicate touch made him nostalgic and never wanted to leave.
Xiang Qinglan unconsciously pressed into his body. This was the most intimate time the two of them had ever had since they met. Nothing happened, but it was already a time for them to reminisce. It was cold on such a night, but
, is also warm.
In the morning, the soft light fell on the two people through the curtains. Xiang Qinglan slowly opened her eyes. She raised her head and looked at the window. It was already so late. She slept this time.
The most reassuring and longest night, there was a faint fragrance of green tea in the air. She breathed the air with him, and felt warm on her body. In addition to the quilt, there was also his body.
The two of them hugged each other with intimate limbs, feeling unspeakable ambiguity. Maybe it was because of sleeping all night, but her face was no longer so pale, except that there was still some tightness in her chest.
, everything else is much better, but Qing is still sleeping.
She stretched out her hand and carefully touched his eyebrows. This face was really beautiful. She smiled slightly, and there was an indescribable gentleness in her smile.
She was really glad that she had picked up this man. He was the ray of light in her life, and her heart, which had been empty for a long time, began to grow and heal.
Pulling his hand away, she was about to sit up, but was pulled into his arms by Qing. Qing half-squinted his green eyes, and his eyes were hazy. He was so sleepy that he was not willing to let go of his arms.
The warmth in my body is like holding an extra-large pillow,
"Lan, let's sleep for a while." Holding her felt good, and he wanted to sleep for a while, of course, with her.
After saying that, he closed his eyes again, and the sound of even breathing came quickly. Xiang Qinglan didn't even dare to move, for fear of waking him up.