The killer in the bunker is inherently mysterious, and no one knows her true face and temperament. It’s already great that she can do this.
In his heart, he didn't want her to be...too similar to her. After all, she was the only one
Almost all night, Ye Qingzhou stayed with her, who was almost exactly the same, observing and studying her words and deeds.
At least on this night, Xiao Honglei became more and more like her
At dawn, Xiao Honglei left with a face that was in danger of falling into the night
Ye Qingzhou stood quietly at the door of the house, staring at her back, and her back was actually somewhat similar.
A ray of dawn appeared in the sky, and everything was about to wake up, but what he felt was waves of desolation and loneliness.
Xiao Honglei returned to the house. It was already dark. She had been busy all night and was exhausted.
She heard Wenshu's ravings again, feeling so painful and desperate
She sat by the bed, held his hand, and comforted him gently
At this time, Wenshu opened his eyes blankly
In his deep sleep, he seemed to hear her voice, feel her warmth and comfort, and wanted to see her and hold her
He was still a little dizzy and his vision was hazy, but he really saw the night
Is it a dream? Maybe, even if it is a dream, he is very happy
"Yeye..." He muttered to himself again
She raised her eyebrows slightly and couldn't help but sigh. He is such an infatuated man. The woman named Ye is also lucky.
He almost shed tears, choked with sobs, turned sideways, opened his arms, hugged her tightly, and buried his head in her arms.
Xiao Honglei was stunned, a little at a loss
A man, as fragile and lonely as a helpless child, was buried in her arms...
She froze for a while, then slowly stretched out her hand and hugged him gently
Wenshu slowly fell asleep, and she felt that his body gradually relaxed and stopped struggling and murmuring.
They hugged each other like this for a long time
The sky is getting brighter, and the morning light shines in through the window lattice
Xiao Honglei opened her eyes and didn't move for a long time. She let go of him, helped him lie down, and covered him with a quilt.
Turning her head slightly, her face was reflected in the mirror. Then she remembered that the makeup on her face had not been removed, and she couldn't help laughing.
The woman in the mirror is who she will be in the future