She lowered her eyes and looked down at the brilliant night scene. From a distance, the twinkling lights of the rows of skyscrapers blended into the night, but she had no intention of admiring it.
No matter how beautiful the night scene was, it couldn't be more beautiful in her heart.
She just longs for someone who knows all her strengths and weaknesses in his heart, gives her the care and comfort she longs for, understands all her shortcomings, and then tolerates her with warm and delicate love.
But there is no such person in this world. She is really not fooling around. She is just pretending to be strong and not wanting others to see her vulnerability. She is pretending to be happy and not wanting others to see her wounds. She is pretending to be relaxed and not wanting others to see her scars.
In fact, she really wished that he could rush up and beat Hua Xiaofang to the ground. He sat there the whole time, as if it didn't matter to him.[
Does it hurt? It hurts!
She really wants to die, doesn't she? Why is she becoming more and more unwilling to do so?
The door was kicked open violently, and she turned around with indescribable emotions. What she saw was her furious brother. He strode in, looked around, and found that she was the only one in the guest room, so he calmed down.
Then he came over and stared at her with his eyes down: "Where is Hua Xiaofang?"
"Brother..." When she was smiling, her nose was very sore, and she leaned gently in Yan Zhen's arms without saying a word. At any time, her family loved her the most.
That cry was soft and thin, with an almost imperceptible hint of choking.
"What's wrong?"
Xingan sniffed and shook his head: "It's okay, I just want to hug you, like when I was a kid."
"Silly girl!" Yan Zhen's heart trembled, and he gently held her in his arms: "Tell me, what's going on tonight?"
"It's okay, I was just joking with Brother Xiaofang." She tried hard to contain her low mood, feeling her brother's warm embrace, and was unwilling to push it away for a moment.
After a long time, she acted coquettishly and said, "Brother, please carry me on your back, okay?"
Yan Zhen squinted his eyes with a hint of anger, but his face was filled with the most doting look.
He patted her back, uncrossed his arms and turned around to squat down. His voice was so warm that it could tug at her heartstrings.
"Come on, you're so old and you have to carry it on your back, you're not ashamed."
She threw herself on his back unceremoniously and said with a raised mouth: "I asked my brother to carry me. Why should I be ashamed? It's not someone else. Humph, you only love Sijin. If she lets her
If you carry it, you will definitely be happy."
Yan Zhen raised his eyebrows meaningfully, stretched out his big hand on her back and patted her: "Sit tight."
"Hee hee, let's start, let's go, drive!" Xin Gan smiled happily, put his arms around Yan Zhen's neck, rested his head on his shoulder, and smiled contentedly.
She rubbed her sore eyes and chatted with Yan Zhen all the way.
"Brother, are you sad that Sister Sijin can't remember you?" [
"She will remember it in a few days. It's just a temporary closure of her memory. This is the process of her evolution. I'm not sad." Yan Zhen said duplicity.
"Sister Sijin told me a few days ago that she can live to be five hundred years old. Brother, I know you are worried. How about I sing you a song?"
My dear little brother doesn't know that his heart is not as relaxed as he looks on the outside. Sister Sijin is not an ordinary person. She is a dragon, the product of human-dragon genes. She usually looks like a completely normal person, but she can also turn into a little beast.
, a very cute little red dragon, she has always secretly thought that her brother and sister Sijin are actually in love with animals, right?