Nie Shaotang walked out of the kitchen with a cup. After leaving the hospital, he took Yu Luo home. Since entering the door, she sat alone on the sofa without saying a word.
She came to her senses and forced a smile to him.
"Um."
Nie Shaotang handed her the cup in her hand, and she took it over, held it in her palm, staring at the water in the cup, and didn't drink it.
"Xiao Yuluo——"
This made Nie Shaotang feel distressed and uneasy.
In the cup, a trace of transparent water appeared, and a drop of crystal tears fell, causing ripples.
Nie Shaotang panicked and hurriedly took away the cup from her hand, grabbed her shoulders, and let her look at him.
"Xiao Yuluo, why are you crying?"
"Nie Shaotang, Uncle Li, he is dead..."
Yuluo's eyes were red, his small nose wings closed rapidly, his lips slightly opened, and even his breathing became difficult.
Nie Shaotang hurriedly asked her to lean in his arms and patted her back with great hands comforting hands.
"Xiao Yuluo, don't be sad. You have to remember that there are many people in this world who care about you. If you are too sad, they will be sad."
"No more, no more..."
Yuluo shook his head in pain. Nie Shaotang was shocked. Could it be that in her heart, can't he hold on to the person who cares about her?
"No, you still have me. No matter what happens, I will be with you as long as you want."
Yuluo raised his head and looked at Nie Shaotang motionlessly, frowned between his eyebrows, and tears became even more raging.
"Xiao Yuluo, if you feel uncomfortable, then cry, okay?"
Nie Shaotang gently persuaded her ear, and she buried her head in his arms, and a surging wetness came.
His hands paused, and his five fingers tightly clasped together.
Ye Xiuchen, you made her so sad, I swear I will never let go!
Maybe he was tired of crying, Yuluo gradually calmed down.
"Xiao Yuluo?"
After a long time, Nie Shaotang called him tentatively, but no one answered. He breathed a sigh of relief. He didn't care that his arm was sore that it was pressed by her. He carefully picked her up from the sofa, put it on the big bed in the bedroom, and turned around and entered.
In the bathroom, I wrung out the water-dip towel and wiped away the tears from her face carefully.
The person on the bed, his pale face, his eyes were closed, his thick and slender eyelashes were trembling uneasily, and a small hill was tangled between his eyebrows.
Even in her dream, she slept very uneasy.
Nie Shaotang leaned down with heartache, gently kissed her frown brows, trying to smooth the nightmare that was wrapped around her.