The door was pushed open, and there was no one inside. Arnold frowned deeply and murmured to himself: "Isn't it here?" Although he had doubts in his heart, he saw that everything in the room remained the same and said no in his heart.
What does it feel like to be out? The hand holding on the door trembled, "Why bother!"
Everything remains the same as when she was here. Although she had already guessed it in her heart, the distance between the two people is even more distant now. If she would have been moved a long time ago, now such things just make her feel troubled.
It was cumbersome. She took a step back and planned to leave this courtyard. No matter whether Zhenjin was there or not, in fact, she shouldn't have come in the first place.
Unexpectedly, her back suddenly hit a wall of flesh, and the hot body temperature seemed to burn her instantly.
Zhenjin's body trembled, and for some reason there was a surge of heat in his body. His mind, which was clear just now, was a little confused. He stretched out his hand and gently touched the weak shoulder. The coldness in his hand made him feel happy.
. He was originally recuperating in the house, but in his heart he kept thinking about everything that happened a long time ago. He thought of her crazily, and his thoughts made him involuntarily leave the yard and come to her former residence.
After many years, her breath has disappeared here, but he never expected to see her standing in front of the door when he was admitted to the hospital. That figure attracted him like a magic power, and in a daze, he had walked to her.
behind.
Arnold's body trembled, and he turned around sensitively and backed away, "Zhenjin, you invited me here just because..." There was anger in her eyes, as if all the good things had turned into nothingness. Arnold really never thought about it, never thought about it
Guo Zhenjin actually learned how others deceived her. The touch just now, the warmth in his hands, and the rapid heartbeat all revealed his thoughts.
The man in front of him was wearing a moon-white brocade robe. He was originally tall, but perhaps his previous aura had weakened a bit due to illness. With his gentle temperament and such a robe, except for his face, he seemed to have changed.
He met another person. Those dark brown eyes as transparent as amber were a little strange for a moment, and he couldn't explain why.
"Come into the room and talk." Zhenjin's voice was a little hoarse. Although he was a little confused in his mind, he was still sober now. Arnold just mentioned that he asked her to come here, which obviously didn't happen.
However, since it happened now, there must be a plan. If someone really wanted to take action, it would be bad for Arnold to go out. It would be better to stay with him, and no one could touch her in the slightest.
Arnold saw something wrong with Zhenjin's face, and wondered if the news was true and everything just happened was just a misunderstanding. She turned around and walked to a small table in the room, waiting for Zhenjin to say anything else.
Zhenjin entered the house and smelled a comfortable fragrance on the tip of his nose. This smell could be said to make him extremely comfortable.
Arnold reached out, picked up the kettle from the table and poured a cup of tea. The water in the kettle was warm, and it seemed that Zhenjin was indeed recovering from his injuries here.
The two sat down, facing each other, but no one broke the silence.
Suddenly, Zhenjin grabbed Arnold's hand from one side of his body.
Arnold was startled, his eyes widened with disbelief. She tried hard to pull her hand out, but the real gold hand was tightly clenched and loosened. "Let go," she shouted angrily.
Zhenjin Wanruo hadn't heard of it, and he had already pulled the person into his arms with a strong pull.