Jian Yixi's ten-year promise was finally broken by her arrival. He thought that if he could not meet her in this life, then he would never speak again in this life.
God finally gave him a chance. Although there were some twists and turns, Jian Yixi firmly believed that he would not let it go this time.
No matter what her opinion and impression of him were, he would never let go. Once he held her hand, he would never let go.
There was a faint smile at the corner of Jian Yixi's mouth, and even her paralyzed face, which had always been reserved for strangers, began to soften. Her charming pear-shaped face and brown pupils evoked warm arcs...
Jian Yixi actually smiled...it was so beautiful...
Jian Yixi strode toward Qian Weiyan, who was shrinking into a ball. It seemed that all problems were no longer a problem. Although he had mysophobia, facing her might not be a problem.
He lifted her body up and held her in his arms. A faint scent of pear blossoms spread, and her shivering body finally felt warm for a while.
"...stars...I'm thirsty..."
Qian Weiran seemed to hug him out of reflex. That kind of reassuring and comfortable embrace was a knot that Qian Weiran had suffered for many years, and it was a knot in her heart that she seemed to be unable to untie for the rest of her life.
Jian Yixi immediately picked up the glass of water, handed it to her lips, and carefully fed her the water.
At first, I fed him a few mouthfuls, but then I drank too much and coughed twice.
Upon seeing this, Jian Yixi immediately put down the water glass, picked up the towel on the side, and began to wipe her carefully.
"Xingxing, I'm so sad...I'm so cold...I'm so cold..."
Qian Wei's face was even more red, and she made an aggrieved voice like a cat.
Jian Yixi instinctively hugged her into his arms. His movements were so gentle that it was hard to tell that he would turn out to be an iceberg. Maybe it was due to unfamiliar problems. So far, he had not said a word. Maybe he was waiting for her to wake up.
Come.
He waited just for her to hear his first voice, so that the ten years of waiting, which seemed like a century, would not be in vain.
I don't know how long it took, but Jian Yixi was able to temporarily put aside the slight stain, and went to the cabinet to get some fever-reducing medicine for her to take. Then she slept more peacefully, and the redness of her cheeks improved.
Jian Yixi also helped her change into her own clothes. Although he knew that men and women were not intimate, in this case, he had to make an exception.
(PS: Mu Shi, Mu Shi, anyway, there is nothing good about a slightly dyed body... right... Ran: If you want to die, just say so... ps: Float away silently.)
Jian Yixi was very calm to begin with, not to mention that she was still a big iceberg, but while changing Qian Weiran's clothes, she tried not to touch her body.
Despite this, a suspicious blush inevitably flashed across someone's cheeks, and his dull and distant eyes obviously darkened...
Immediately, he sat aside and began to calm down his emotions. After a while, Jian Yixi, who was still asleep, went to take a bath and change his clothes.
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ps: Tang can’t go home over the weekend, so I’m writing on my mobile phone. I’ll try my best to reply to everyone’s messages.