Good child, when Xiang Qinglan heard his voice, she smiled helplessly. She had always been a good child, but no one loved her, and no one said this to her.
Qing, her lips moved slightly, and she silently recited his name. The two people who depended on each other, at this time, their hearts were even closer, a man who didn't know the past, and a woman who had lost everything.
What else do they have besides each other?
The night wind would blow in through the windows, raising the corner of the curtains from time to time, making them look a bit sad and soft. The stars in the sky seemed to be much darker today.
The small double bed had two quilts, and two people were sleeping on them. Xiang Qinglan woke up, reached out and turned on a light yellow lamp on the bed, and the light shone on the other sleeping person.
The sound of even and slow breathing came continuously.
Xiang Qinglan sat up and rubbed her eyes, feeling a little sore and painful. She turned her head and her eyes fell on the man who looked very sleepy.
The warm yellow light fell on his face, making his face seem to be covered with a layer of gentleness. The man's eyes were tightly closed, his very long eyelashes were covered under his eyelids, and the light fell lightly on his hair.
The hair on the hair is much lighter, and the very smooth and soft hair is buried in the quilt, and a lot of it falls under the pillow. It is as gentle as a ray of sunshine, like a piece of brocade.
His hair was shiny and flickering slightly. He was recovering very well, and he didn't look like he had been homeless at all.
His lips were pursed tightly, but except for the sound of sucking from time to time, everything seemed extraordinarily quiet.
Qing Qing, who is sleeping, is actually very much like a good person. He does not kick the quilt, talk in his sleep, and even does not turn over easily. He keeps the same movement throughout the night.
Xiang Qinglan put the quilt under his chin. Originally, one of them slept on the sofa and the other slept on the bed. However, later, they both slept on the bed because sleeping on the sofa was really uncomfortable. Moreover, Qingye
It wasn't that he was willing. Although his memory was incomplete, he still knew that he was the one who took her bed and refused to let her sleep on the sofa at all. He made people feel warm unexpectedly. Of course, there was still a lot of love between them.
She was pure, Qing was a child, she didn't care that much, let alone thought about other things. In her consciousness, Qing was not a man, but a child.
Therefore, a child's thoughts are absolutely pure.
Turning her head, she saw that the clothes placed by Qingjiang on the bed were folded very well. He attached great importance to this clothes, as if it were his own treasure, which showed how much he liked it.
As long as he liked it, Xiang Qinggang put his hands on his legs. The scene during the day, Su Zhe's insult to her, and her heartache seemed to fade a lot on Qing's smile. No matter what she suffered
Such a commitment is worth it.
Her grievances can be exchanged for Qing's smile. She is already very satisfied, really
Very satisfied.
Ever since she left that home, her life has been like a walking corpse, without any emotions. She doesn't feel pain, cry, laugh, or make any sound. But because she picked up a Qingqing, she feels that she is truly alive.
, and her heart, which had been torn into pieces, began to slowly heal.
I believe that one day, she will get better.
Qing, thank you. His lips moved, but he was still murmuring silently.