After crossing the hall and about to enter the door, Ling Yutong paused.
Glancing out of the corner of her eye, she saw that the lights in Qi Yan's house were still on.
I'm still awake at this time. Could it be that the wound hurts and makes it difficult to sleep?
She frowned and was about to knock on the door, but just as she had this idea, Qi Yan's door opened.
The candlelight in the room shone on his back, casting a mysterious light and shadow on his face facing her, complemented by his angular facial features, which made him look like a face that could only be possessed by a god.
But when he turned the wheelchair and approached her, the sense of mystery disappeared again.
In front of her was the familiar Qi Yan.
Ling Yutong blinked, the corners of his mouth curled up unconsciously, and asked in a low voice: "Why don't you rest so late?"
"How's the wound?"
"Nothing serious."
Qi Yan tapped her fingers on the wheelchair twice, indicating that she had listened carefully to her words and was resting at home with peace of mind.
Ling Yutong understood it, and a smile appeared in his eyes.
"In a few days, you will be able to regain your freedom. By then, you are not allowed to get hurt easily again."
Qi Yan raised his eyes, looked at her seriously for a second, and then turned his head.
"Who wants to get hurt?"
Ling Yutong pursed her lips, and her eyes showed some distress.
She had seen his wounds, but she didn't dare to think about what he had gone through at that time. She didn't know when, but he had become someone she subconsciously cared about.
In the past, she would find some reasons for herself, and she would care about everyone in the Qi family. Qi Yan is also a Qi family, this is normal.
However, too many of his life and death crises were hanging on her heart.
If I were to rank them in my mind, he would probably be...number one.
"Why are you so stunned?"
Qi Yan's clear and deep voice sounded in his ears.
Ling Yutong's ears felt hot, and she subconsciously took a step back. Then, when she raised her eyes, she saw Qi Yan raising his eyebrows slightly with a suspicious look in his eyes.
"..."
"Want to go sit on the rooftop?"
Ling Yutong regretted it after saying it.
What a strange suggestion this is, and...Qi Yan is still injured.
But before she could figure out how to end it, she heard Qi Yan respond with a smile: "Okay."
The next moment, a refreshing fragrance suddenly hit her face, followed by a warmth on her waist. Her eyes widened and she couldn't help but call out: "Qi Yan!"
The sound of wind lingered in my ears, blowing broken hair and drifting behind my ears.
At the same time, the wind also sent a message.
"Here you are."
He replied lazily.
At that moment, her heart suddenly beat very fast.
She couldn't help but put her arms on his shoulders. Their cheeks were facing each other, and they were too close. She always felt like... she would bump into him accidentally.
"Your injury..."
She couldn't help but worry, so as to cover up her inexplicable thoughts just now.
Qi Yan's low smile seemed to cause his chest to vibrate. He led her with his toes firmly on the eaves of the roof. As he got closer, he whispered: "I'm just injured, not crippled."
Ling Yutong paused.
She didn't...
The next moment, the smile in Qi Yan's voice was even deeper, perhaps because of the night, which made it even more sultry.
He asked: "So, are you standing firm?"
She nodded.
The warmth in her waist left her, drifted away for a moment, and fell on her shoulders. A gentle and gentle force led her to sit down on the roof.
So does he.
It seemed that there was a tacit understanding. The two did not look at each other immediately, but looked up at the sky, looking almost deeply at the darkness that reflected in their eyes.
"You today..."
"You today..."
As soon as they finished speaking, the same surprise appeared on their eyebrows, and then they said in unison:
"You say it first."
Ling Yutong couldn't help but laugh out loud, and her heartbeat, which had just been noisy with gongs and drums, gradually became calmer.
She saw Qi Yan's gesture towards her.
So, she pressed her heart. After she calmed down, she felt a slight bad feeling in her heart.
"This afternoon, I was a little depressed. At night, I always had a feeling of what would happen tomorrow, and I felt a little uneasy."
"Is it number three?"
Qi Yan hit the nail on the head.
Ling Yutong nodded.
"The news that we are fine must not be hidden. Although I am not afraid of a crisis, I always feel a little more uneasy. I have to be on guard at all times, but it is much more tiring than taking the initiative."
Qi Yan looked at her seriously and said nothing for a while.
Ling Yutong turned her head and looked back at him.
Eyes that do not hide their emotions are the most real and attractive.
Qi Yan's hand on his back tightened for a moment, and then he raised the corner of his lips and smiled.
"But you've done everything you can to prepare, haven't you?"