Li Wanran was stunned for a long time, looking at the empty seat opposite through the goblet in his hand, seeming to recall the past events in his mind.
It wasn't until the hand holding the quilt started to feel sore that she broke away from the memories.
He put down the goblet in his hand and stood up from his seat.
The table was obviously filled with delicious food, but for some reason, she couldn't get the slightest interest in tasting such delicious food.
He took steps and walked to the floor-to-ceiling window.
My eyes looked through the glass at the scenery outside the house.
The night is very dark.
Not a single star could be seen in the sky, it was pitch black. Li Wanran just looked up and felt like he was about to be sucked into the endless darkness.
He closed his mouth, took a deep breath through his nose, straightened his chest, and straightened his back, although his expression remained unchanged.
But there was a hint of desolation in his eyes.
He slowly raised his hand and gently touched the glass in front of him with the tip of his index finger. After pressing for about ten seconds, Li Wanran moved his finger away.
Fingerprints were left on the surface of the glass, and Li Wanran stared at the marks he left.
Stare carefully.
Just like... when you are bored, find something for yourself to do to pass the time.
Staring at his fingerprints on the glass, Li Wanran didn't know how much time had passed until a snowflake slipped from his sight.
At this moment... her attention was forcibly removed.
Two hands climbed up the glass window.
Li Wanran looked at it.
Snow……
It seems to have started to rain again.
It rains heavier than during the day.
As time went by, the snow gradually became heavier, and Li Wanran looked at the sky outside the house with some emotion, as the snowflakes continued to fall from it.
"The snow... is so beautiful..."
Slowly reappearing in her mind was the only friend she had ever had...
Memories of playing together on snowy days.
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Liu Changqing looked at the three people standing outside the door.
He held the wall with one hand and breathed heavily.
His eyelids seemed to be fighting, and he blinked frequently. After a little effort, he raised his head and looked at Chen Dafu and Feng Qian, who looked fine.
My thoughts have started to get a little confusing.
He spoke incoherently.
"Didn't you say you can't drink...drink...how...how come you two...there's nothing wrong with you..."
Seeing Liu Changqing's unsteady appearance, Feng Qian held his daughter's hand with a helpless smile on his face.
"You should go to bed early, it's getting late."
After saying this, Feng Qian looked through Liu Changqing at An Yuanyao and Liu Zhiyue standing behind him, and said to Liu Zhiyue.
"Hold your dad, he drank too much today."
"Who drank too much!"
Hearing Feng Qian say that he had drunk too much, Liu Changqing suddenly became unhappy. He moved his hand holding on to the wall and tried to stand upright with his weak legs.
It's a pity that it didn't work out.
As if unable to stand still, Liu Changqing began to fall backwards the moment he removed his hand holding the wall.
An Yuanyao was startled and quickly wanted to reach out to hold her.
But before she could take action, Liu Zhiyue, who was standing next to him, rushed forward and hugged his father from behind.
She adjusted her posture slightly and put her father's arm on her shoulders, trying to keep him from collapsing on the ground.
His head hung down.
Liu Changqing closed his eyes, opened his mouth and let out a rough gasp.
Looking at his drunken appearance, Chen Dafu said with some embarrassment.
"Then... you and your family should take a rest early. Lao Feng and I will go back first."
"Okay, please be safe on the road!"
An Yuanyao responded hurriedly.
He walked out of the door and escorted the three people to take the elevator to leave. After doing all this, he returned to his home and closed the door.
Looking at An Yuanyao who closed the door, Liu Zhiyue thought for a moment and then said.
"Send my dad to the house first..."
"Um."
After a quick response, An Yuanyao stepped forward to help Liu Changqing, but Liu Zhiyue refused.
"Mom, you are pregnant now...be careful not to have any accidents, I will do it."
"All right……"
Hearing what Liu Zhiyue said, An Yuanyao did not stubbornly move forward to support Liu Changqing. She knew what her son said was right.
Despite this, she still followed the father and son into the bedroom together.
Liu Zhiyue held his father up and moved him to the bed with a lot of effort. Before he could take a breath, An Yuanyao stepped forward and took off the socks from Liu Changqing's feet.
"Then I'm going out first...if you need help with anything, just call me."
After hearing her son's words, An Yuanyao was untying the belt around Liu Changqing's waist. Due to her posture, she couldn't untie it quickly. Although she didn't look back, she still responded to him behind her.
"Okay, you can go when Xia Zhi finishes taking a bath... rest early today."
"knew."
In response, Liu Zhiyue left the bedroom.
Before leaving, close the bedroom door.
With the sound of the door closing, only Liu Changqing, who was lying on the bed drunkenly, and An Yuanyao, who was struggling to untie his belt, were left in the bedroom.
"Kabeng."
After a slight noise, An Yuanyao finally opened the buckle of the belt, then pulled the belt away, pretending to take off his pants.
But before she could take action, a hand suddenly grabbed her wrist.
Slightly stunned.
An Yuanyao looked at Liu Changqing who was holding her wrist.
Seeing that the other person's face was still flushed and delirious, perhaps due to the evaporation of alcohol, his other free hand was tugging on the collar of the sweater, which seemed a little uncomfortable.
Seeing her husband's appearance, An Yuanyao broke away from Liu Changqing's hand and tried to help her take off her sweater.
As soon as her hand touched the bottom of the sweater, before she could pull it up, she heard Liu Changqing using vague words, as if talking in his sleep.
Muttering.
"Yuan Yao..."
After pausing, An Yuanyao was a little dazed for a moment.
"Yuan Yao...my wife..."
This sentence reached her ears, which made An Yuanyao, who heard it clearly, feel a warm feeling in her heart after she realized it.
Being able to hear the person you like with your own ears, even if you are unconscious, you will still be mumbling your name...
This feeling……
Glancing at Liu Changqing, An Yuanyao had a smile on her lips.
Responded softly.
"I'm here...husband."
Liu Changqing, who was already drunk and unconscious, said another sentence as if he heard An Yuanyao's response.
"I love you……"
"I love you too."
"And...the child..."
"Well...your child and I."
One question and one answer.
One was extremely drunk, the other was extremely sober.
But An Yuanyao still responded happily to Liu Changqing's words.
Her hands stopped, and instead of helping Liu Changqing take off his clothes, she climbed onto the bed and lay down next to him.
Feeling Liu Changqing's heavy breathing beside him.
Liu Changqing muttered again.
"I will protect you...and the child...no one can hurt you..."
"Well, I believe you..."
"child……"
"..."
After saying this, Liu Changqing seemed to have fallen asleep. Apart from the sound of heavy breathing, there was no movement from him.
Lying next to him, An Yuanyao waited for a long time.
After listening to Liu Changqing's breathing for a while, An Yuanyao realized that he had fallen asleep. After noticing this, she lay down for a while and then got up from his side.
Get ready to take off his clothes.
After finally expending some effort, An Yuanyao finally took off all his clothes and then covered him with the quilt.
After doing this, An Yuanyao arranged Liu Changqing's clothes and prepared to take them out. As soon as she reached the door, her hand touched the door handle.
Liu Changqing, who was already asleep, started muttering again.
This made An Yuanyao stop opening the door and turned around to look at Liu Changqing lying on the bed, who had curled up at some point.
Standing there blankly, An Yuanyao moved her hand that was holding the doorknob, turned around and came to the position in front of the bed again.
Looking at the curled up Liu Changqing, he lowered his head slightly.
Kissed him on the cheek.
Move away.
"Have a good rest, husband."
After saying that, An Yuanyao took Liu Changqing's clothes and left the room.
The room became quiet, and apart from Liu Changqing's breathing, there seemed to be no other movement.
I do not know how long it has been.
Liu Changqing murmured to himself.
He was clearly asleep, but there was a guilty look on his face.