For many years, he put himself in pain. Every Qingming Festival, Li Wanwan and Mengmeng went to visit his mother's grave. He had never been to his mother's grave once.
In the gentle rain, a unique bamboo building is surrounded by begonias, a flower with strong vitality.
The flowers are gone, but it’s a pity that we can no longer appreciate its beauty in this season.
In the quiet house, there is a potted dieffenbachia plant by the window sill, with its elongated branches covered with crystal water drops.
In a simple but neat room, Long Qianqian moved her eyelashes and raised her eyelids.
The first thing that caught her eye was a very long gun hanging on the opposite wall. The unfamiliar environment made her alert.
I sat up, feeling a sharp pain in my neck that spread to my limbs. After a moment of dizziness, my consciousness slowly gathered.
The moment she regained consciousness, she remembered seeing the determination in Yicheng's eyes before she fainted.
Did Yi Cheng take her away? She is no longer in W City now?
She hurriedly got out of bed and ran outside without even putting on her shoes.
This is an independent two-story elegant building.
It was drizzling outside the door, and she stood by the stairs. In front of her were two burly men wearing camouflage uniforms and holding guns. Their javelins stood motionless on both sides of the stairs.
It seems that they have been standing there since ancient times, and the wind, sun, rain and rain have nothing to do with them.
What on earth is this place?
She stared blankly at the man walking quickly with an umbrella not far away. He was none other than Gu Yicheng.
"Qianqian, why don't you wear more clothes when you come out?" When he saw her standing outside, Gu Yicheng said reproachfully: "It's so cold, you don't even wear shoes."
Speaking of shoes, she did feel a cold air rushing up from her feet.
She looked momentarily into his scolding yet gentle eyes. This man still loved and protected her as before.
However, she couldn't love him as always.
She thought that there was another Long Henyang in her world, a man that she would never forget.
Gu Yicheng felt a little guilty when she saw him, and he didn't know why he felt so guilty.
He bent down and picked her up, walked towards the room, put her down, found shoes and put them on for her.
He smiled: "Qianqian, holding you is like holding a ball of cotton, weightless."
They get along very naturally, but Long Qianqian always feels that something is missing.
Maybe she has someone else in her heart, or maybe she doesn't love him enough.
"Yicheng!" Her complicated eyes never moved away from Gu Yicheng. "Where is this?"
Gu Yicheng raised his tender eyes and scratched the tip of her nose with a smile.
"Fool, this is our home."
"Home?" She read this meaningful word.
She once thought that where there was Gu Yicheng, there was home, but now the home in her heart was not like this.
What it was like, Long Henyang's face flashed in her mind.
Her silence made Gu Yicheng frown. Long Qianqian in his memory should not have this reaction.
"Qianqian, aren't you happy that we have a family?"
Long Qianqian shook his head. "No..."
She only said the word "no" and couldn't say the rest.
She doesn't know where to start, but she always thinks of Long Henyang.
He is cruel, cold, gentle, and he takes bullets for her.
She couldn't react happily to the home Gu Yicheng gave her.
Because she didn't want to lie to him, she always had to be worthy of her heart in everything she did, without being false or hypocritical.