When the list of victims was released on the news, Su Xiyue's eyes were completely blinded by tears. She could no longer watch and turned off the TV. She lit a cigarette in the dark. The cigarette was left behind by the cold wave.
The smell made her intoxicated, it was the smell of cold current
For three days, she hardly ate or drank, and even water could not be swallowed.
For the past three days, her mind has been over and over again, all filled with the shadow of the cold wave, which lingers, and her voice and appearance are lingering in her mind.
Hanliu once said that he wanted a child but she was so opposed to the current Su Xiyue. How much she hoped that she could have a child of his. Su Xiyue subconsciously touched her abdomen. There, there would be
Is there a child for her and him? She hopes there is...
Hanliu's mother hasn't called her yet. Several times, she couldn't resist the urge to call her. She really wanted to ask Aunt Li if it was true. She didn't even have the chance to attend Hanliu's funeral.
At this moment, there was a rustling sound coming from the other side of the door. Although it was small, it was clearly heard by Su Xiyue. She sat stiffly on the sofa for a while.
It's so late, who could it be?
She yelled and ran to the door in a hurry
Wearing a black suit, he is handsome and tall, standing at the door with a smile.
It's him!
Su Xiyue almost thought she was dazzled
She rubbed her eyes and looked again. The phantom was still looking at her with a smile on her face and never left.
She didn't care how much this went against natural science, she just rushed up with a quick stride, "Hanliu, is your soul back? Don't leave anymore, okay? I can't bear to leave you, I will never..."
At this point, Su Xiyue could no longer speak, and in Hanliu's ears, there was only a low sob.
Hearing Su Xiyue say words like soul, Hanliu was not surprised, because he also knew about the plane crash and came back a few days late. I don't know how many people thought he was dead and how many shareholders were still there.
I'm going to go to his house with gongs and drums to hold a funeral for him.
"Fool, it's me who's back, not a soul." Hanliu said softly. He went home to report to his mother that he was safe, and quickly rushed over here. As he said this, he took Su Xiyue's hand and stayed there.
On his face, "touch it yourself. Is it warm? Huh?"
Su Xiyue touched it lightly, and sure enough, it was warm. Then she touched her face, which was the same temperature as Hanliu, and then she completely threw herself into Hanliu's arms, strangling Hanliu until she couldn't breathe, "I'm still
Thought...you..."
"What about me?" Hanliu taunted Su Xiyue while holding Su Xiyue and putting her on the sofa. Su Xiyue also put her hands around Hanliu's neck, "It's okay... you are finally back..."
"As she spoke, she actually raised her head, and with a movement that was so fast that it almost blinded Hanliu, she left a kiss on Hanliu's left cheek and then lowered her head, looking at Hanliu's fingers with a little shyness, "I have decided...
…I want a child for us.”
After saying that, Su Xiyue exhaled a breath of turbid air, and her whole person became refreshed.
Nothing is more terrifying than the separation between life and death
In the past few days, she has thought a lot clearly. Now that the cold wave has returned, she knows that it is not far to go astray, and those who know how to come can be pursued.