There is no love in the world that is worth losing yourself for.
However, there is always someone in the world who is worth losing yourself for.
…
I returned to the villa very late at night and at a good time.
Before she could rest, Mrs. Lin walked out of her bedroom when she heard the sound of the door: "Master Chen, are you back? Have you had dinner?"
Liangchen nodded and asked, "How are you doing?"
"Ms. Jing woke up in the afternoon, ate half a bowl of porridge, took some medicine, watched TV for a while in the afternoon, ate a little more for dinner, and went to bed before nine o'clock," Mrs. Lin carefully said.
Jing Haohao reported the situation of the day to Liangchen.
Liangchen didn't mind being impatient. After listening carefully, he went upstairs.
In the bedroom, Mrs. Lin only turned on the dim sleep light. She did not turn on the headlights on a good day. She went to the bathroom to wash away the smell of alcohol before she came out and climbed onto the bed gently.
He habitually pulled Jing Haohao into his arms. The sleeping woman, perhaps feeling the warmth, leaned deeply into his arms, found a comfortable position, and continued to sleep soundly.
Liangchen stared at Jing Haohao's face for a while, then gradually tightened his arms holding her, and pressed her deeply into his arms, as if he was afraid of losing her.
The bedroom was extremely quiet. Liangchen held Jinghao Hao and listened quietly to the heartbeats of the two of them. After a long time, he raised his head slightly, kissed her cheek, and said softly: "Okay, you are really my best."
.”
The woman in her sleep showed no reaction at all. Perhaps because she had not recovered from a serious illness, her face looked a little lackluster.
Liangchen raised his hand, gently rubbed her cheek, rubbed his cheek slowly on the top of her head, and continued: "It turns out that the person I have been waiting for all these years is you."
His voice was very low, facing the sleeping Jinghao, and he kept murmuring, as if he was telling lingering love words.
"Okay...you don't even know how many years I've been waiting for you, why did you come to me now?"
"Okay, I know you resent me, but it doesn't matter, okay... Actually, resentment is also a kind of emotion, isn't it?"
"Okay...my best."
Liangchen's voice gradually became quieter. He buried his head in Jing Haohao's neck and said silently in his heart: Okay, I love you.
…
The next day, when Jing Haohao woke up, Liangchen was no longer around him.
She opened her eyes, looked at the other side of the bed in confusion, tilted her head and frowned.
In her sleep last night, she always felt that someone was hugging her very tightly. The embrace was very comfortable and warm. The person was still in her ear, talking a lot, but now, she
But I didn’t remember a single word. There is no love in the world that is worth losing yourself for.
However, there is always someone in the world who is worth losing yourself for.
…
I returned to the villa very late at night and at a good time.
Before she could rest, Mrs. Lin walked out of her bedroom when she heard the sound of the door: "Master Chen, are you back? Have you had dinner?"
Liangchen nodded and asked, "How are you doing?"
"Ms. Jing woke up in the afternoon, ate half a bowl of porridge, took some medicine, watched TV for a while in the afternoon, ate a little more for dinner, and went to bed before nine o'clock." Mrs. Lin carefully arranged.
Jing Haohao reported the situation of the day to Liangchen.
Liangchen didn't mind being impatient. After listening carefully, he went upstairs.
In the bedroom, Mrs. Lin only turned on the dim sleep light. She did not turn on the headlights on a good day. She went to the bathroom to wash away the smell of alcohol before she came out and climbed onto the bed gently.
He habitually pulled Jing Haohao into his arms. The sleeping woman, perhaps feeling the warmth, leaned deeply into his arms, found a comfortable position, and continued to sleep soundly.
Liangchen stared at Jing Haohao's face for a while, then gradually tightened his arms holding her, and pressed her deeply into his arms, as if he was afraid of losing her.
The bedroom was extremely quiet. Liangchen held Jinghao Hao and listened quietly to the heartbeats of the two of them. After a long time, he raised his head slightly, kissed her cheek, and said softly: "Okay, you are really my best."
.”
The woman in her sleep showed no reaction at all. Perhaps because she had not recovered from a serious illness, her face looked a little lackluster.
Liangchen raised his hand, gently rubbed her cheek, rubbed his cheek slowly on the top of her head, and continued: "It turns out that the person I have been waiting for all these years is you."
His voice was very low, facing the sleeping Jinghao, and he kept murmuring, as if he was telling lingering love words.
"Okay...you don't even know how many years I've been waiting for you, why did you come to me now?"
"Okay, I know you resent me, but it doesn't matter, okay... Actually, resentment is also a kind of emotion, isn't it?"
"Okay...my best."
Liangchen's voice gradually became quieter. He buried his head in Jing Haohao's neck and said silently in his heart: Okay, I love you.
…
The next day, when Jing Haohao woke up, Liangchen was no longer around him.
She opened her eyes, looked at the other side of the bed in confusion, tilted her head and frowned.
In her sleep last night, she always felt that someone was hugging her very tightly. The embrace was very comfortable and warm. The person was still in her ear, talking a lot, but now, she
