Qinggang, who was sleeping, turned around and faced her. The corners of his perfect lips were pursed very flat, as if he had dreamed of something unhappy, and his eyebrows were even twisted into a cross.
Xiang Qinglan gently placed her fingers on Qing's eyebrows and stroked the wrinkles between his eyebrows. Qing should be happy and simple. He doesn't need to worry too much, no matter what happens.
, everything depends on her. Although she is not strong enough, she can protect Qing, an old child who has no memory.
Pulling up the quilt on her body, she reached out and turned on the only light that had been on. The room suddenly became dark, except for the pale moon outside the window, which let in some moonlight.
Wisps fell to the ground, a bit cold and beautiful.
Xiang Qinglan closed her eyes. The temperature in the quilt was so warm that she fell in love with him. She didn't know if it was because she was no longer attached to the air with him.
It will be good weather tomorrow.
Qing turned around again. He seemed to be different from his usual self today. His hands on the quilt were tightly clasped together. As he exerted force, even his fingertips seemed to turn a little white, and his brows tightened.
Loose, then loosened again, as if struggling with something.
In his dream, it was a dark haze, and there seemed to be a bunch of people, all dressed very formally. The man with the cold smile looked exactly like him, and his hands were on the steering wheel.
Finally, his fingers tightened on the steering wheel, and the very long car drove out of his sight.
Qing wanted to catch up with him and ask why they looked so similar. He forgot everything about himself, even his own intelligence.
However, the moment I stretched out my hand, it seemed like there was nothing I could grab.
He was grasping something in confusion, until he grasped a kind of warmth, he felt that he became more real, and his breathing slowly became calmer. He opened his eyes, and some cold sweat fell on his forehead, and then he raised his eyes.
, a lot of golden sunlight has penetrated outside the window, and the curtains have been drawn up. It seems that it is very late.
He clenched his hand and found that there was a small hand in his hand, and he also saw Xiang Qingshanlan's concerned eyes, staring at him closely.
"I'm dreaming, ha..." He suddenly laughed, a little embarrassed, but in order to reassure her, he nodded to Qing Lan and patted the back of Qing's hand gently. Qing sat up and put her hand in her hand.
He was still trying hard not to let go of her hand, just like his life-saving straw. The things in the dream seemed very real, and he didn't know whether there was his past there.
He wanted to know, but he was afraid of knowing.
Xiang Qinglan wrote what she dreamed about in the palm of his hand. Staring into his eyes, she found that there was still a cold peace there. Only then did she feel relieved. He had really scared her to death just now. She
Just after typing a few words, I heard a painful groan, which before had an aura of urgency.
And his hands were trying to grab something from time to time, and they looked extremely painful. She clenched his hands anxiously, and it really made her feel bad for him to look like this. Was he having a nightmare?
I always slept well at night, which seems to be rare.
This time, it really scared her.
"It's nothing," Qing shook his head, subconsciously not wanting her to know anything. As the days passed, his ability to accept things became stronger than that of ordinary people. Now he has his own unique way of thinking, but perhaps his intelligence is still not mature enough.
However, he has begun to know how to treat himself and her well.
He didn't want her to worry too much, otherwise her scared expression would make him uncomfortable.
Really? Xiang Qinglan let go of his hand slightly. Although he knew that he was hiding something, he didn't ask any more questions.