When Han Yixing returned home, Meng Beichen had already cleared the dishes on the dining table. He brought the cut fruits from the kitchen and walked over quickly when he saw her.
She had never seen such a homely side of him before, and she couldn't help but feel a little startled for a moment.
"I miss you so much." He said softly, reaching out to hold her in his arms, not wanting to let go again.
Han Yixing was silent for two seconds, not wanting to admit that in his arms, she felt happy, yet nervous, at ease, yet terrified, as if everything he gave her was wavering.
She stretched out her hand and was about to push him, but he immediately grabbed her hand and forced it across her waist, "Xing'er, give me a chance to explain." [
"Yes, but are you going to stand in the aisle the whole time?"
She raised her face and said to him calmly.
Meng Beichen was slightly stunned, then chuckled, and couldn't help but reach out and pinch her nose, "Xing'er, you have really changed a lot. If it were in the past, you would definitely let me hold you and wouldn't push her away at all.
, let alone speak so rationally.”
He was slightly emotional and missed the past.
"Now is not the past," she knocked his hand down rudely, telling herself that she had to calm down now. This time, she couldn't rush into his arms so quickly.
As he said, only the me five years ago would have done such behavior.
Thinking of the past, no matter how he hurt her, she seemed to forgive him in a very short time, which is why...
In short, this time, she won't be so reckless. She now has her own home. She doesn't need to rely on others. She can just maintain the status quo.
In his slightly surprised eyes, she asked again: "Has Dr. Zhang been here? Has the medicine on your wound been changed?"
Meng Beichen nodded: "I changed it."
"Well, then, let's go over there, you tell me." Han Yixing pointed to the open-air balcony on the other side and said to him, then turned around and took the plate of fruits he had cut and walked over there first.
Meng Beichen stared blankly at her leisurely expression, as if what he said had nothing to do with her.
He couldn't tell what he was feeling, so he followed her and sat on a large bamboo chair. She was still so petite, almost curled up in the bamboo chair, squinting her eyes slightly, as if she was basking in the sun.