As soon as the door opened.
Eyes facing each other.
Seeing the man standing at the door of his house, Yan Nian breathed a sigh of relief and subconsciously relaxed his brows, "I thought something happened to you again, you scared me."
“…”
Jiang Beiyuan walked in silently.
Gently set the urn aside.
From the outside, it looks like an ordinary box. Yan Nian is puzzled: "This is -"
Before he finished speaking, Jiang Beiyuan hugged him.
He bent down and hugged her, burying his head in her neck, tears streaming down his face before he said a word.
Tears fell one by one, burning Yan Nian's skin.
"What's wrong? What happened???"
Yan Nian raised her hand and patted his back gently. He was too tall. She raised her head and her hand could only reach his back.
Feeling his tears made my heart ache.
"Husband, are you okay??"
Something must have happened, otherwise how could Jiangbeiyuan cry so sadly.
He didn't speak, just held her tightly, and suddenly began to sob quietly.
Every time he cried, he cried in Yan Nian's heart.
This man, who is almost thirty years old, is crying like a child at this moment.
Yan Nian was anxious, but he also knew that he wouldn't tell him if he was asked now.
She could only stay with him silently, patting his back gently like coaxing a child, and let him hold her to vent his emotions.
…
Fifteen minutes later.
On the balcony, the man who had just cried was sitting on the balcony with one leg bent, holding a cigarette between his long fingers. The red scarlet flickered with his smoking movements, and the smoke rings rose up and dispersed in the air.
The balcony door rang, and Yan Nian came in with two bottles of yogurt, handing one to him.
Jiang Beiyuan didn't reach out to take it. He frowned immediately and took off his coat to cover her.
"It's windy at night. Don't stay here. What if you catch a cold?"
"It's okay, don't I have your coat?"
Yan Nian sighed and sat down next to him.
Jiang Beiyuan flicked the cigarette ashes with his long index finger and was about to put out the cigarette butt when Yan Nian held down his big hand.
"Just do it once if you want. I know you feel bad."
“…”
Jiangbeiyuan still put out the cigarette butt.
“Passive smoking is not good for pregnant women.”
"Okay... Actually, you know, I have suspected that you are not your mother's biological son several times."
Yan Nian smiled softly.
"Look, you are so gentlemanly and elegant, you are so talented and capable, and you have good views. Your mother is unreasonable, overbearing and cunning. Sometimes she really acts like a shrew. I feel that you two have nothing in common. Moreover, she was even a bitch before. I want someone to hit me..."
Saying that, Yan Nian paused.
"To be honest, I hate her, and I will never forgive her, but I never wanted to let her die."
Pei Jinling's pale face from before appeared in Yan Nian's mind.
That was the last time she saw Pei Jinling.
Her haggard face and thin figure looked like a paper figure, with a kind of morbidity revealed between her brows and eyes.
At that time, she was only thinking about Jiang Beiyuan, so she didn't think much about it.
Has she been sick since then
"Yan Nian. Take good care of Beiyuan! My son also needs care."
These were the last words Pei Jinling said to her before she died.
She didn't take it seriously at the time, "I know without you having to tell me. I will naturally take good care of my husband."
My heart suddenly felt sad.
How could we know that our separation would be forever.
(End of chapter)