Song Xiang suddenly let go of his hand and did not let Yan Han's words come out.
"I'm a little tired and want to sleep for a while."
After saying that, he lay down with his back to Yan Han.
Although it was a bomb that had been expected for a long time, they still hugged each other and slept together yesterday, and today they were silent, which still made Yan Han's heart twitch.
He couldn't leave, couldn't explain to her, and didn't want her to be alone.
He lay next to her again and hugged her from behind.
silence.
I don’t know how much time passed, but it was completely dark outside, with only the faint light in the garden remaining.
Song Xiang felt a severe tightness in her chest and a splitting headache. She quietly broke away from the arms of the person behind her and walked out of bed barefoot.
Yan Han didn't sleep, she knew.
But she was so uncomfortable that she felt like her soul was about to be torn apart, and there were two voices in her head roaring crazily.
One told her not to think wildly, and the other told her that it was all doubtful, so why didn't she investigate further.
When I walked out of the room, there was no one downstairs.
She walked barefoot on the floor, and the coolness traveled from the soles of her feet at night. Her whole body was cold, and her heart, which had been burning on a fire, was slightly relieved.
I poured myself a glass of cold water, raised my head, and drank it all in one breath.
I drank too fast and choked, my face turned red, I coughed violently, and my throat and chest felt like needle pricks.
It was difficult to calm down, and half of my life was taken away.
Holding the edge of the table, the swelling started from the top of my skull and gradually went downwards. It seemed that the control of my brain was no longer in my hands.
It was different from all the previous pains. Those were chaos, and I felt like I could never get rid of the shadow.
This time it was different, I felt like my feet were empty for an instant, and I kept falling, unable to catch anything.
He raised his head and saw the moonlight coming in from the window through his hair.
She raised her hand to wipe the water from the corner of her mouth and walked out with difficulty.
The moonlight is like water, illuminating the whole garden like a fairy tale.
She walked through the pool, passed the sea of flowers, and finally reached the small bridge in the center.
I walked up step by step and finally sat down in the middle of the bridge.
There are wooden handrails on both sides, with a very small gap, almost isolating the surroundings, giving her a small independent world.
Song Xiang hugged herself tightly and buried her head between her arms.
After a while, something fell from the sky and slid to her feet.
She didn't pay attention, and after a while, she was hit on the side. The force was not heavy, it was soft and smelled good.
He raised his hand tiredly and turned his face sideways, just in time to see the person standing on the left.
He was holding two roses in his hand, and he should have followed her all the way.
Song Xiang felt sour, remembering that time she had the courage to hit An Xuyue with roses in order to let Yan Han see him.
There is a gap between him and his mother, but it can be resolved.
But she...
"Are you going to stop telling me again?"
He walked in front of her, blocked a large amount of moonlight, and cast a shadow to completely cover her.
Song Xiang was silent for a moment, then raised his hand and grabbed his trouser leg.
"Stern cold, I seem to be sick?"
He raised his head, looked at him and said, "It should be a mental illness. The doctor said that this disease is easily hereditary."
Yan Han looked at her steadily.
Song Xiang's voice was stuck in his throat, and his hands suddenly lost strength.
Yan Han silently told her that she was deceiving herself.
Before, she was afraid of getting the same disease as Xu Shuyan, but now she can't get it.
If she gets the same disease, it can at least prove that she is Xu Shuyan's child.