Qin Minglang couldn't help but stretched out his hand and gently touched Li Xuanyuan's forehead, trying to smooth away the sadness.
He remembered that in the beginning, Li Xuanyuan would always be pleasantly surprised by his nightmares.
Then he wrapped himself in a thick quilt and hid on the balcony, staring at the dark night sky, staring in a daze with his big eyes.
He knew that Li Xuanyuan was thinking, hating, and regretting.
The disappearance of that child took away half of Li Huanhuan's life.[
And he didn't dare to ask anything, didn't dare to say anything, and didn't dare to do anything.
I could only remain silent, pretending not to know, standing in the corner, secretly watching, and watching carefully.
Then, deep in my heart, I felt bursts of pain.
Many times, she would inadvertently murmur such a sad name, Gao Ce.
At that time, he would think about what kind of feelings it was and what kind of dream Li Huanhuan had.
Although Li Huanxuan's eyes were calm, there was still a loneliness that was even lonelier than the night.
Li slowly moved slightly and turned over, but accidentally pressed Qin Minglang's finger.
Suddenly, Li slowly opened his eyes, with a hint of panic in his dark eyes.
He sat up suddenly.
After seeing that it was Qin Minglang, he blinked slightly, then pulled out a shallow smile and said softly: "Minglang
Li slowly looked at Qin Minglang's eyes, which were so clear, like the cleanest black diamonds in the world, so bright that they could not be desecrated.
So clean, with a bit of natural temptation.
No man can stop it.
"Slowly
There was a bit of smile in his eyes, so shallow, so delicate, looking at Li Suanhuan.
With an incredible gentleness that even seemed strange to me, he said softly and softly: "I can't sleep, I just want to see you."