The night was extremely quiet.
The thin window screens were fluttered by the wind, and when they fell, there was already a young girl beside the bed. She is slender and beautiful, under her long black hair, her jet-black eyes are as cold as a glacier, but under the moonlight there is an infinitely attractive and dangerous beauty.
The familiar room, the familiar environment, and the familiar taste are all that Dongfang Han misses. However, the purpose of her adventure tonight is the person who is lying on the bed and is sleeping.
Zhuo Lin, who was ill, had a skinny appearance that made her breathless. It seemed that something spread from the bottom of her heart, making her heart throbbing pain.
I never thought that because of her relationship, the youth who used to be refreshed would become what they are now. Even after hearing from Xu Wangying that he wanted to accompany her to live and die together, her guilt became deeper.
He De, how can she, Dong Fang Han He De, how can people treat her like this.
She gave birth, he gave birth. When she died, he died.
This is such a terrible obsession, even people like her who have saved life and death a long time ago have the idea of not daring to die.
I don't know since when, apart from revenge, the person in front of her became an obsession that she had to stay in this world.
Slowly approaching, Dongfang Han knelt down and stretched out his hand, touching the pale face very gently, "Zhuolin", she called out softly, but did not dare to speak loudly.
Zhuo Lin frowned slightly when he heard the voice that just appeared in a dream.
"Zuo Lin."
This time the voice is clearer.
Zhuo Lin slowly opened his eyes, seeing the face he wanted to see in his dreams, his pupils suddenly shrank, and he immediately grasped the hand on his face in a panic, the temperature of the palm, the gentleness of the fingertips, All the familiarity made his hands tremble slightly, and tears could not help but burst into his eyes.
Seeing this, Dongfang Han was taken aback. This young man, who has always been very strong in front of people, would cry so desperately in front of her, and her heart was frustrated.
"Don't cry, am I still alive." As he said, Dongfang Han lifted his hand and wiped the tears from his face rusty, and said in the tone of a person who doesn't know how to comfort him, "Men have tears but not light. Play, what do you look like now—"
Before she finished speaking, Zhuo Lin suddenly sat up from the bed and hugged her tightly with one hand. With great strength, Dongfang Han couldn't break away.
"It's you, it's really you! I didn't dream... Dongfang Han, you are back with me again." Dongfang Han felt Zhuo Lin trembling violently while holding her, and hot tears fell on her one by one. Between her neck, "Do you know how much I miss you. How worried you are, for fear that you will never come back again. Don't leave me... Then I will really die." The tragic tone made Dongfang Han was stunned and unable to move. She had never known that her departure would have caused Zhuolin so much damage. Zhuo Lin has been crying silently, seemingly endless...
"Xiaohan, Dongfanghan."
"Dongfang Han, your conscience must have been eaten by a dog."
"Why do you want to leave me, why do you want to leave with Zhang Zichu."
"Can't I leave with you? Is it because of my family."
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Zhuo Lin said a lot of things in her ear, there were doubts, doubts, abuses, and concerns.
Dongfang Han quietly let him vent all kinds of emotions, and listened to him quietly. She felt like she had passed the longest life at this moment.