In the middle of the night, Xia Xiaoxi suddenly woke up, only to find that Yan Yufeng was not beside her. She felt a little disappointed and sad. Did he go to Xiaoqi's room?
The emptiness beside her made her heart drop to the bottom. Her eyes were a little blurry and a little moist. Sure enough, Yan Yufeng was such a man who liked the new and disliked the old. He had just apologized to her in the evening, and she still
Too bad to forgive him. Is a woman's heart so fragile? Is she so easy to be soft-hearted? Is she so sad?
The dim light in the room made her feel cold and lonely, just like her heart now, uncomfortable, weak and tired.
She really wanted to cry. In the past, it was because he always tortured her and trampled on her, which made her feel frustrated and hated her. But now, she cried all night because she cared about him. She just
After she fell asleep, he left without anyone else around. The entire spacious bed made her feel uneasy sleeping alone. Without his arms, how could she feel safe?
She sniffed, lifted the quilt, timidly got out of bed, walked to the balcony of the room with bare feet, she hugged the railing of the balcony and looked at the darkness of the night, feeling heartbroken and weak, and weak from the pain.
The bright moon is like a small boat, hanging curvedly in the starry sky, with countless small stars next to it. With a vague smile, it keeps glaring at Xia Xiaoxi.
Xia Xiaoxi looked up at the sparkling stars. Their lives were so free. There must be no worries in their lives. They were always like that, obscurity and selfless dedication, illuminating countless people in the dark night.
A small road.
Look again, the grass on the ground and the small trees next to it are all sleepy and have gone to sleep. Why isn't she a little sleepy?
Is it because of him? Looking sideways, she saw that the light that was still on slightly just now had been turned off. They must have fallen asleep, and Yan Yufeng must be there too?
The cold wind at night blew, hitting her skin and face, but she couldn't feel a trace of coolness. Only in this way, quietly blowing the wind would make herself more awake.
She closed her eyes quietly.
There was a sound of opening the door. Yan Yufeng had just come up from downstairs. He tiptoed to the bed and saw that there was no Xia Xiaoxi on the bed. He was shocked and felt an indescribable panic.
, I was sleeping well when I just came downstairs, but why did it disappear in the blink of an eye?
He was a little anxious, but when he saw the shoes under the bed, he relaxed again. He stood up and walked to the balcony. Looking from a distance, he saw a thin and weak woman standing stupidly under the moon. Her back looked...
He felt a little lonely and sad, as if he had suddenly lost the whole world and no one cared about him. His heart was empty and he felt a little distressed.
She was standing there alone, blowing the cold wind, with her feet bare. Wasn't she afraid of catching a cold?
Yan Yufeng walked over angrily with a sullen face, striding forward. Seeing her loneliness, he couldn't bear to scold her. His tense face instantly relaxed, and he stretched out his arms and circled her.
He leaned over his waist, leaned his head and rested his chin on her shoulder, and exhaled gently: "What's wrong? Why did a person come outside alone? The wind is so strong at night, it's easy to catch a cold."
Her body was very cold, maybe it was because of the wind blowing in her face? He felt distressed.