It was a habit, a habit used when we reconciled with each other countless times after being sad and desperate - just like when we got on the plane for the first time, we weakly clung to him.
Because suddenly I feel relaxed.
In other words, it is a sense of security - whether you admit it in your heart or not, at this moment, you cannot deceive yourself, you are finally safe in his arms.
A woman is proud, independent, and capable, but at this moment, she only has him.
Breathing slowly and evenly.
He was surprised to find that she really fell asleep.
The warm fragrance of nephrite brings the scattered soul back to life completely.
He was also extremely tired, and in an extremely relaxed mood, he hugged the person in his arms tightly and fell asleep on the sofa.
For the first time in so many days and nights, he could close his eyes safely.
Finally, daybreak came.
When Wang Donglin opened his eyes, the sky was still very dark.
He sat up and suddenly realized that his hands were empty. He looked around and couldn't help but jump in surprise: "Thin... thin..."
But, where is the figure?
Could it be that I was really having an erotic dream?
However, looking around, this place is unfamiliar—definitely not at home, nor on a plane.
He rushed out.
The grass in the dawn was withered and desolate, and a classic car was particularly lonely.
A pair of hands was already holding the car door.
This time, he could see clearly: there was nothing wrong with the woman carrying the backpack sideways.
He instinctively rushed over and hugged her, his voice completely hoarse: "Xixi... it really is you... it's really you... Oh my god..."
I don't know why, but I laughed out loud.
His voice was hoarse and he kept laughing weirdly, which was very scary.
Yan Xixi was held tightly by him and couldn't even breathe.
"Hahaha... Xixi, it really is you... It's really you... I just said you're not dead... Really, I never believed you were dead... Hahaha..."
He was talking incoherently, just laughing wildly, and suddenly he was so excited that he hugged her and spun around.
Yan Xixi was caught off guard and was originally weaker than others, but he caught him so tightly that she was spinning so hard that she felt dizzy.
Finally, when he let go, she suddenly pushed him away fiercely with force.
"Carefully..."
Maybe it was her terrifying eyes, cold and angry, as if she were looking at a stranger. He was a little aggrieved and said nonchalantly: "Xixi...it's me...it's me..."
He whispered: "I have been looking for you... I have been in Boston for seven or eight days and have been looking for you..."
She turned and left.
"Xinxi...xixi...where are you going?"
She was holding her backpack with one hand and holding the car door with the other. Her body was trembling slightly, but she still remained silent.
He was anxious and grabbed her: "Silly girl, where are you going? I...I will go with you..."
She pushed him, but he was indifferent, and his hoarse voice was more haggard than a human being: "Xixi... I will accompany you... No matter where you go, I will accompany you..."
She took her hand away from the car door, turned back, and finally looked directly at him.
The sky was dark and the snow was still there, but she could see him clearly. He had lost a lot of weight, his eyes were bloodshot, and he looked haggard, but his face was full of smiles, and his eyes were so bright that they seemed to be burning.
In all the years of knowing him, she had never seen him look so intensely in his eyes.
It was even scarier than the hungry wolf-like look in his eyes when they first met.
