Back at the inn, Luo Qingyue was worried that little Luo Yu would be hungry, so she ordered the waiter to bring the food to the room.
Xiao Luo Yu was lying on the table eating, glancing in the direction of the bed from time to time.
Luo Qingyue was sitting beside the bed at this time, staring blankly at the unconscious silver-haired man on the bed.
For some reason, she always felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity when looking at the person in front of her.
However, she knew very well that she did not know this person.
He frowned, as if he had thought of something unhappy in his coma.
The pale cheeks were bloodless and abnormally white.
After finishing his meal, little Luo Yu ran up to Luo Qingyue and said, "Mother, this uncle is so strange."
Luo Qingyue's red lips moved slightly, "What kind of strange method?"
Xiao Luoyu tilted his head and thought for a moment, "I will hug you as soon as I see my mother."
Luo Qingyue smiled slightly and rubbed little Luo Yu's head, "That's because...this uncle knows my mother."
"But my mother doesn't even know him."
"Uh." Luo Qingyue was speechless for a moment, "Let's get to know each other."
She wasn't sure, but she felt very sure. She seemed to know the person in front of her.
When did they meet?
Sighing secretly, Luo Qingyue stood up and walked to the table to pour tea.
Xiao Luoyu's big eyes rolled, and when he saw the silver-haired man closing his eyes and unconscious, he became curious for a moment, climbed onto the bed with his small body, lay on the silver-haired man, and touched his hair, "
Wow, uncle’s hair color is different from ours.”
Luo Qingyue took a sip of tea and said nothing.
Yes, it was different, and she was also confused.
What is her history with this man?
"Huh?" Xiao Luoyu said softly.
"What's wrong?" Luo Qingyue asked sideways.
Xiao Luo Yu blinked his eyes strangely and said, "Mother, why does uncle...have no heartbeat?"
‘Pa—’ the sound of the cup falling to the ground was heard.
When Luo Qingyue heard this, her eyes immediately widened and her breathing became obviously rapid.
She turned her head in disbelief and looked at Xiao Luo Yu, "Luo Yu, what did you just say...?"
However, Xiao Luo Yu did not look at Luo Qingyue. He touched the silver-haired man again and again with his small hands. He checked again and again and said seriously: "Mother, uncle, he really has no heartbeat."
Luo Qingyue's face turned pale in an instant, perhaps because she had no heartbeat. Now when she first heard that there was someone like her, who had no heartbeat, she just felt sick in her heart.
She walked to the bed step by step, walking very slowly, as if she didn't want to confirm her thoughts.
Her hand touched the silver-haired man's chest, and her fingertips suddenly trembled——
No heartbeat!
Luo Qingyue closed her eyes slightly, her light breathing became heavy, she didn't believe it!
How could someone be like her and have no heartbeat?
Her hand was still on the man's chest, and her eyelashes were trembling. She seemed to feel something, and her eyes suddenly became cold!
"Tear -" with a sound, she tore open the man's chest with her bare hands, revealing his jade-white chest in front of her.
However, when Luo Qingyue saw the scene in front of her, she was suddenly stunned——
"How could...how could this happen?" Her whole body trembled uncontrollably and she murmured to herself, her face as white as snow.