As the sun rose above the sea level, Song Xiang was nervous throughout the two hours, worried that he would miss the time.
The helicopter stopped on the side of the island, and no one saw it.
Song Xiang got off the plane and quickly ran to the center of the island.
At this time, all the overnight guests were resting, so she didn't have to dodge.
Returning to the building where Yan Han was resting, as soon as she entered the courtyard, she saw Yan Song pacing back and forth on the corridor.
"Miss Song!" Yan Song was surprised.
Song Xiang was stunned, "Are you on duty?"
Yan Song smiled and cried, "No."
"That……"
"Hurry in." Yan Song took the initiative to open the door.
Song Xiang didn't think much and trotted into the building, only to find that it was quiet inside. She ran up the stairs and found no one in the room where Shun Han was supposed to be.
After standing there for a moment, she was a little panicked. She wanted to go down and ask Yan Song, but then she heard movement at the door leading to the corridor under the stairs.
Click, someone comes in.
Song Xiang went down quickly.
Turning around, he met a pair of heavy eyes.
Yan Han stood by the door, his hand still on the door handle. When he saw the people coming down from upstairs, he was stunned for a moment and his eyes were full of disbelief.
"you……"
He opened his mouth and only made one sound, which was completely hoarse.
Song Xiang saw the bloodshot eyes and then looked at his expression, feeling very distressed.
"You didn't sleep all night?"
After the words fell, Yan Han seemed to have come back to his senses, and made sure that she was not his imagination. He suddenly raised his steps and walked quickly in her direction.
Song Xiang was suddenly hugged, her feet were unsteady, and she took a step back.
He felt so cold and the hug was tight.
"Severe cold."
She raised her hand, patted his back, and whispered: "I'm back."
The man didn't respond, he just held her tightly.
He had sworn before that he would protect her from all wind and rain, and no one could hurt her at all.
In the end, it turned out that the source of her tragic experience was his parents.
He was speechless except to hold her.
"I'm sorry." Song Xiang suddenly said.
Yan Han was stunned for a moment, then struggled to squeeze out a voice from deep in his throat, "What?"
"I shouldn't have left in such a hurry, you misunderstood me."
Yan Han's eyes trembled, he didn't expect her to say that.
He thought she would at least be a little angry with him.
The strength on the arms is reduced a little, and the breath is relaxed a little.
He raised his hand, stroked her hair, and asked, "How is your father?"
Song Xiang raised her head in his arms and said, "It's okay for now."
Silence, nothing to say to each other.
Suddenly, there was a movement in the corridor.
"Daughter-in-law?"
Song Xiang was startled, and Yan Han's movements froze.
An Xuyue stood by the small door leading to the corridor, wearing pajamas, holding the door open, tentatively sticking her head out to look at them.
Song Xiang came out of Yan Han's arms and stared at An Xuyue closely.
Just as she was about to step forward, Yan Han took her hand.
Song Xiang paused.
"Xiangxiang?" An Xuyue saw that her expression was wrong and hesitantly called again.
Song Xiang looked at her intently, unable to open his mouth for a long time.
She knew in her heart that An Xuyue definitely didn't know about those things, otherwise she wouldn't have made trouble with Yan Zhencheng.
"……Aunt."
An Xuyue breathed a sigh of relief, patted her chest, and walked out from behind the door.
"I thought you and Xiao Yan had a fight, and I didn't even want to acknowledge you."
Song Xiang twitched his lips with difficulty, "How could it be? Even if I don't recognize him, I will recognize you."
"That's right."
An Xuyue walked over, hugged Song Xiang's arm, and kept talking: "I didn't even take a photo with you yesterday..."