"Ling'er, are you dreaming?" Jian Xinan looked at her stunned look with worry in her eyes.
Dream?
It turned out to be just a dream, no wonder there was nothing in my palm.
Taking a deep breath, Hu Ling'er collected her thoughts and looked at Jian Xinan with a smile: "I'm fine. Have your flowers arrived?"
"Well, I found it. Let me show it to you." Jian Xinan took out a box and handed it to Hu Ling'er to open.
I saw a blue and white flower that looked a bit like a rose lying inside. I couldn't help but sigh: "The color of this flower is really strange. What does it do?"
Jian Xinan smiled and explained: "This flower is called Beauty Rose. It can beautify and nourish the skin. It also has strong recovery capabilities for various scars."
"So powerful?" Hu Ling'er squinted her eyes and suddenly seemed to think of something, and said with an interesting expression: "Why did you spend so much effort to get this flower?"
Jian Xinan looked slightly startled. If it had been in the past, he would have said that as a doctor, he was just interested in these things.
But now, when facing Hu Ling'er, he couldn't say such perfunctory words.
Perhaps seeing his hesitation, Hu Ling'er smiled and said: "I'm just asking casually. If it's not convenient for you to answer..."
"It's for a woman." But before Hu Ling'er finished speaking, Jian Xinan interrupted her.
Hu Ling'er was also a little surprised, and then thought of what he said before, and asked curiously: "Woman? Is she the one who gave you the easel?"
"No." Jian Xinan shook her head and looked at Hu Ling'er intently for a while, as if she was struggling with something. After a while, she took a deep breath and said, "She is the woman I used to love. There is something on her face."
Because of the scar, she has never been able to see her true face, so I want to use this flower to heal the scar on her face."
The woman you love deeply?
Hu Ling'er suddenly fell silent. It didn't matter whether she was happy or unhappy. She just suddenly felt that there was nothing to talk about.
The night is quiet and the wind is gentle.
For a moment, the atmosphere became awkward. Jian Xinan watched her fiddling with the straw carelessly on the ground, and after pondering for a moment, she said, "Ling, let's leave here tomorrow."
"Ah?" Hu Ling'er looked up in confusion, not yet recovering from Jian Xinan's sudden words.
Jian Xinan continued: "I said we will leave here tomorrow, and I will take you back to Tianyin Kingdom."
Hu Ling'er blinked and murmured: "Go to Tianyin Kingdom with you...?"
"Yes." There was a bright smile on Jian Xinan's lips, and she looked at Hu Ling'er with crooked eyebrows. Suddenly, he stretched out his hand and grabbed her hand, "Ling, I know that you have no memory now.
You are hesitant and don’t know where to go, so let me take care of you."
Looking down at the hands held by the two of them, Hu Ling'er could feel the warmth transmitted from Jian Xinan's hands, but in a daze, she seemed to feel that there were such a pair of cold hands that had once held her and said two words to her.
People should stay together for a lifetime.
Hu Ling'er suddenly said nonchalantly: "Then what if I regain my memory?"
Jian Xinan smiled warmly and held her hand tightly: "When you recover your memory, if you feel that there is no need for me to let you stay, then I will not stop you from leaving."
There was no affectionate confession, no gorgeous vows, but Hu Ling'er already knew that heart.