Seeing Xiaoxiao falling asleep, Han Murphy reached out and turned off the lamp beside the bed.
When darkness enveloped him, he heard his heart roaring along with the howling wind outside.
Holding Xiaoxiao's hand tightly, he told himself that this time, he would never let go no matter what.
God gave them a wonderful encounter. If he had known how to cherish it early on, things would never have ended up like this.
He didn't dare to tell Xiaoxiao all the truth, because he knew that once Xiaoxiao knew the whole truth, she would never forgive him.
And he could no longer bear the pain of Xiaoxiao leaving him.
Closing his eyes, Xiaoxiao's decisive look that day appeared repeatedly in his mind. That look was like a sharp sword, piercing his heart again and again, making his chest hurt.
'Xiaoxiao, forgive my selfishness. This time, I not only want to avenge you and me, but also win back your love and your heart. Do you know? It was only when I lost that I realized that you are the only one in my life.
…….'
A loud noise woke Xiaoxiao up from her sleep. She opened her eyes suddenly and found lightning and thunder outside, as if the end of the world was coming.
Moving her body, she wanted to draw the curtains to cover the commotion outside, but she felt her hand being pressed by something. When she took a closer look, it turned out that Han Murphy was sleeping in her arms.
Han Murphy looked even more like a child than Zheng Tianhao when he was sleeping, and he didn't look as mature and steady as he usually does.
She moved her body slightly and slowly pulled out her arms. To her surprise, Han Murphy followed him with his eyes closed.
She moved sideways little by little, and Han Murphy followed her little by little until they both reached the edge of the bed.
Suddenly, she thought, what would happen to Han Murphy if she was gone? She carefully held up Han Murphy's head, took out her arm, and then climbed up softly.
Han Murphy seemed to feel her departure immediately. He opened his eyes suddenly and asked in a hoarse voice: "Xiaoxiao, what are you going to do?"
Turning his head, he smiled and replied: "There's lightning outside. I want to draw the curtains."
Han Murphy stood up, reached out and patted her forehead and said, "You... are sleepy. I haven't moved in yet. Where are the curtains?
He smiled awkwardly and said sheepishly: "Oh, look at my memory, I actually forgot about this."