The morning always comes so fast, in Wuying Town, two figures, one tall and one short, walk side by side.
"We've all been waiting here for a day, why haven't they come! Yu Chen suddenly turned back halfway, it's really inexplicable!" Luo Sha nagged impatiently.
Tan Yu ignored him, but continued to move forward, all kinds of bad guesses flashed in his heart, I hope they can be safe.
In the forest, a cloud of green smoke curled up.
Chu Mengfan sat quietly outside the house, with a pot hanging beside him, gurgling out of steam.
He supported his cheek with one hand, and swayed a fan barely woven from leaves with the other hand, staring into the distance with blank eyes.
'Hey...' Chu Mengfan came back to his senses, looking at the spilled liquid, his eyebrows were light, and he casually threw the fan aside with one hand, quickly took the black concoction from the fire, and poured it into a bowl carefully. .
He strode into the room like a meteor and looked at the person who was still in a coma, and he didn't know what to do for a while.
He placed the bowl gently on the table, and then took a few steps closer to the bed.
** The man’s eyebrows have never been stretched, and his pale and colorless lips are now a cherry red, dissatisfied with the marks of teeth, but even if the pain is so painful, Ye Han did not emit even a faint trace. Shen Yin, even Chu Mengfan now can't tell whether this person is awake or lethargic.
He carefully lifted the quilt covering him. It was almost May at this time, but the body he touched was still cold as frost, sweating constantly.
Under the bedding, Ye Han had already pulled the sheets and couldn't see the original look. Several holes had even been broken. Chu Mengfan unconsciously folded his hands and wrapped them softly while looking at his blue fingertips. Patiently loosen the clenched fingers one by one, slowly rubbing from top to bottom.
It's been a long time, and I can't remember when he held this hand for the last time. What happened ten years ago seems to have been passed on by him. Perhaps more accurately, he doesn't want to remember it again.
Do you owe me or do I owe you? Chu Mengfan kept thinking silently in his heart, but he hadn't noticed that the person had been silently watching him for a long time.
"What do you think?" Ye Han said softly, with a smile on the corners of his mouth.
Chu Mengfan was so frightened that he threw his hand out suddenly and jumped to his feet. Ye Han didn't say a word for a long time when he shook it so hard, but still kept the extremely unnatural smile on his face.
"Why don't you say a word when you wake up?" Chu Mengfan asked coldly.
"Did you keep holding my hand just now?" Ye Han seemed to stretch his eyebrows a bit.
"My, your hand? How could I hold a human hand? Other people are not dirty, but I am sick? I just look at your pulse and see how long you can live!" Lian Chu Mengfan himself felt that this lie was too far-fetched, but his self-esteem would never allow him to bow his head to the man in front of him, even if it was a lie.
Ye Han couldn't tell the expression on his face, only slightly moved the stiff finger with Chu Mengfan's body temperature, and smiled to himself.
"Drink the medicine!" Chu Mengfan walked to the bed and supported Ye Han mercilessly. He took the medicine bowl and randomly scooped up a spoonful, then poured the medicine into Ye Han's mouth. Splashing, but Ye Han didn't seem to care, opening his mouth, swallowing, opening his mouth again, swallowing, everything seemed so normal. In his opinion, his Faner is still the same as ten years ago, not changed at all, just in his heart Filled with too much hatred, he lost his original self.
It seems that that incident really hurt him too deeply, but—