She gently buried her head in her hands, and tears fell down bit by bit.
She actually dreamed that she liked Yi Jian...
Zhongqing stood up, walked towards the window, opened it, and let the cold wind blow towards her, with a teardrop hanging from the corner of her eye.
She knows very well what she has the most control over and what she must deal with rationally.
She has never been so broken before, and today she actually loses control, which means that Yi Jian is really stimulating to her.
This is the case now, but one day in the future, when he really doesn't like her...and she happens to love her deeply, at that time, she will go completely crazy.
She pursed her lips and clenched her fingers gently. What could she do? Only maintain the current situation and simply go on.
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The door was pushed open.
Zhong Qing turned around and saw Yi Jian walking in.
He was holding a bowl of porridge in his hand. When he saw her waking up and standing by the window, he was slightly startled. He gently put the porridge on the table, walked to the window, pulled her and took her with him.
into his arms.
He didn't speak, but there was a hint of displeasure on his expression, and he closed the window.
Zhong Qing's nose was sore and she felt a little uncomfortable for no reason. Many years ago, she did not have this embrace behind her back. She was living well. Many years later, she now has this embrace. Only then did she realize that in fact, deep down in her heart was
He told himself that he rejected her, but mentally, he was still very attached to her.
Very contradictory.
She knew that during the day, she was a little overwhelmed by her collapse. Seeing Yi Jian's silence, she licked her dry lips and said softly: "Young Commander... I didn't mean it.
"
Yi Jian's eyes flickered slightly, and he looked at her with dark eyes, slowly let go of her body, held her hand, and walked towards the sofa beside her.
She sat down and he picked up the porridge and fed her in silence.
She obeyed and drank sip after sip.
They drank until the porridge in the bowl was gone, and the two of them became awkward again.
Before the change, Zhong Qing had already found a way to talk to Yi Jian or do something to make Yi Jian happy.