Maybe she had been docile for too long after she became an adult, so she almost forgot to warm herself up. Once she got angry about something, she would be very stubborn and insistent. No matter day or night, she would either block Qianyu or guard the residence of Luoyan Daozhan Nanxian and Bo Yixin, or outside the gate of Luoyang Daozhan's house. WWw. QUaNbEn-xIAoShUO. Com
When Wenrou and Zhu Linlu found that no matter how hard they tried to persuade her or how much they scolded her, they could not change her stubbornness of not crying until she saw the coffin, they finally had to give up the phone calls and human bombardment in trying to communicate with her.
But Zhan Nanxian seemed to have disappeared from the face of the earth. No matter how hard she tried, it was always in vain. She couldn't even see the slightest trace of him.
After a week of repeating this, everyone knew about it. Wen Nuan had gone up to the 66th floor of Qianyu several times.
It seemed that she had expected that she would come up empty-handed. She was extremely silent, but she persisted in going out early and coming back late day after day, spending all her time waiting in the endless sea of suffering.
When she was young, she took many things for granted, especially Zhan Nanxian.
Unexpectedly, the situation changed and this year it was her turn to pursue him.
I remember that at that time, no matter what the reason for going out on holidays, he would always appear with her hand in hand and would never leave her alone. If he was not free, she had no interest in participating in any activities alone and would rather stay at home and wait for him to come and find her after he was done. Over time, their lives were all about each other. The two of them lived in a sweet little world and felt satisfied as long as they had each other every day.
Zhan Nanxian dotes on her even more than her father.
He would come over early every weekend because it took him an hour or more of patience to coax her out of bed to eat breakfast, which he considered important.
As long as Wenhe and Wenrou didn't go home for dinner, no matter where others were, he would come on time before six o'clock to cook three dishes and a soup for her, because he knew she didn't like takeout, and would definitely grab some biscuits and fruits if no one was taking care of her.
No matter how angry she was, how she hit him, how she quarreled with him, or how she drove him away, he would definitely show up again half an hour later, or at least call her, because he knew that her spark of temper would not last more than ten minutes, after which she would feel wronged and miss him depressedly.
He took care of all her clothes, from outerwear to innerwear, including shoes, socks, hats and handkerchiefs.
The first time they had sex, he taught her physiological knowledge one by one.
When she was sick with a fever, he stayed up all night to accompany her in the hospital ward.
Every minute and every second in the past is a heart-wrenching memory.
So, she wanted to know, she had to know, the last night she saw him, when he leaned over and whispered in her ear, was it "this time" or "the last time"? At that time, her mind was entangled by him and she was confused, and he spoke so hoarsely and lowly that she could not hear clearly at all.
Wen Nuan blew gently towards the tightly closed mirror of the president's elevator on the second underground floor of Qianyu, and then used her fingertips to outline the pair of starry eyes over and over again in the thin steam.
"warmth."
A soft sigh made her look back suddenly.
Gao Fang was standing five meters away, and the employee elevator not far away was slowly closing.
She was slightly disappointed, "It's you."