The warm room made Wei Nuan relax. I don't know if it was because of crying just now. She felt very sleepy now, a little exhausted, and wanted to sleep. It was completely different from the sleeplessness before, but she didn't want to sleep. She had someone to talk to.
I want to tell Feng Qinghan about my thoughts.
Just think of it as telling a story.
"It's so cold, can you get under the covers?" Feng Qinghan pouted slightly, completely different from before, and looked a bit coquettish.
"Well, let's get under the covers together and I'll tell you a story." Wei Nuan nodded.
She wanted him to be with her, as he said, he was there, no matter what time he was, she didn't need to worry, even if she said those things, he would still be there, she believed it for the first time.
Even if he is gone, he is still there in her heart, he will still hold her hand, hug her, and wipe the tears from the corners of her eyes.
The two of them got into bed, and their originally cold bodies slowly warmed up. Feng Qinghan turned sideways and hugged Wei Nuan in his arms, "Fei'er's bed is so warm. Will there be such a warm bed in the future?"
There was a hint of smile in his tone of voice.
Wei Nuan laughed, "Shouldn't it be a man's job to warm the bed?"
"That's because their women are not warm enough, not as warm as my Fei'er." Feng Qinghan's tone was a bit proud, as if he was showing off a unique treasure to others, and his arms around her became tighter.
But Wei Nuan's heart was full of grief. He said "my Fei'er", he meant "my Fei'er".
It's not Wen Weinuan, it's just Fei'er, it's his.
For the first time, I felt a sense of belonging.
No matter how kind Wen Yu is to her, there is always Wen Weinuan in it. He will not say "my Fei'er". No matter how many people or how powerful they are in Chaohua Tower, Chunfeng Tower, or Jinzun Tower, she
There will be no feeling of home, no sense of belonging.
But now I found it in Feng Qinghan's simple words.
His Fei'er is unique.
"Feng Qinghan, let me tell you a story." She spoke, her voice gentle, in stark contrast to her violent heartbeat.
"Okay." He leaned against her neck. It was warm and itchy, but he didn't want to move.
There is a girl, her name is Ye Fei, Ye Fei is very Ye Fei. Whenever her mother scolds her, she will say, do you know why you are called Ye Fei? Because you are a mistake, you are a cancer.
Makes me want to cut you with a knife and chop you into pieces! Ye Fei grew up day by day. When she had memories, she remembered that there was a person who often beat her and scolded her. At first, she couldn't understand those words.
But gradually, she understood that those words represented disgust, hatred, and abandonment.
When she is being beaten, she likes to huddle in a corner. No matter how badly she is beaten, she never runs away. She just keeps crying, very softly. Tell me, is she stupid? Why doesn't she run? Run.
The less I get beaten, the less I'll get beaten.
Feng Qinghan listened silently without speaking, only feeling the pain in his heart. She didn't say anything about herself, but he understood that it was herself, because her tone was too calm. The calmness did not have the emotion when telling other people's stories, only the face.
The dead silence when facing oneself.
Fei'er, his Fei'er, why was he treated like this?
Is she stupid? She is not stupid. She just wants to stay with the person who beat her. She is afraid that if she runs away, she will never be seen again. No matter how unfairly she is treated, she still wants to stay with that person.