An Ran comforted himself, then said to himself, "You look like a man in my dream..."
As soon as she finished speaking, she felt the hand that was applying on her ankle pause. The subtle movement made An Ran's mouth feel an undetectable smile...
She continued: "The personality is also very similar to him... I often dream about him, dreaming of me climbing mountains with him, going to the forest together, having barbecue, having picnics, fishing by the river together, taking vacations in the country manor, racing horses,
Together... But every time his face is blurry, I only know his outline, and whenever I have to see his face clearly, I accidentally wake up."
Huang Xiaojue's expression was cold, but his hands were moving slowly and slowly, and storms were unconsciously surging in his heart...
Climbing together, going to the forest, having picnics, fishing, vacationing, horse racing...
These are all his and Ran'er's memories...
He had recalled in his mind countless times, relived the joy of the time countless times, and used these beautiful memories countless times to make himself slightly forget the pain of missing Ran'er... It was not until he found Mo Xiao that he felt these memories
No more important.
Mo Xiaoran also gave him a lot of happiness and warmth; but Mo Xiaoran never mentioned these things to him, even if it didn't happen once!
An Ran looked at Huang Xiaojue's handsome face, and some subtle emotions flashed in his brown eyes.
"I...I think this man may have something to do with me before I was eight years old, but unfortunately I forgot all the memories before I was eight years old." An Ran smiled bitterly, and then spoke like a joke, "But you and him
It seems, could he be you?"
She did not expect Huang Xiaojue's answer, but unexpectedly heard a sentence that made her excited-
"Maybe." Huang Xiaojue said the breeze, but his heart felt inexplicably as if he was being pulled hard, and all his memories surged up in an instant...
"Thank you for comforting me like this..." An Ran's crystal clear eyes were filled with more gratitude, and her arms gently wrapped around Huang Xiaojue, and her fair face secretly leaned against his shoulder.
Huang Xiaojue was shocked, but he did not push her away.
But unexpectedly, a sweet female voice came from behind her, but the voice was full of sleepiness.
"Well...you got up so early..."
Mo Xiaoran walked out sleepily in slippers, dressed in a nightgown, and a chicken coop, walked down the stairs like a sleepwalking, and headed straight to the bathroom.
An Ran trembled suddenly, quickly let go of his hands, pulled his feet back, and calmed down quickly, and walked into the kitchen as if nothing had happened.
A pair of deep eyes stared at her back, Huang Xiaojue's heart was complicated.
Perhaps, An Ran is the real Ran'er he should love...
He should have to find some time to explain it to Mo Xiaoran. To him, no one is more important than Ran'er.