Xing Ying came behind her at some point, and the two were silent for a while. Finally, Xing Fang spoke first: "Why are you just standing there and not talking?"
Xing Ying shook his head: "I don't know what to say!"
Xing Fang smiled bitterly: "You are always like this, pretending not to know, pretending not to understand."
Xing Ying was silent, he was not pretending, he really didn’t know, really didn’t understand, at least before today.
Xing Fang suddenly turned around and looked at Xing Ying intently, her eyes entangled in his face, his simple but always pretending to be deep eyes.
"Ying, you know my heart, but I don't know yours."
Xing Ying opened his mouth, but still couldn't utter a single word. He had a thousand words and ten thousand words in his heart, but he didn't know how to express them.
"Ying, what will you do if I get sick?"
Xing Ying's heart was beating wildly and she took a step forward involuntarily: "You can't, you can't. As long as you take Miss Xia's medicine, you won't catch the epidemic."
Xing Fang shook her head: "I mean, if, if I get the epidemic, what will you do?"
"I-I-" He didn't know what to say. He obviously had a lot to say in his heart, but he couldn't say it out.
Xing Fang stared at him for a long time, then silently shook her head and turned to leave.
Xing Ying didn't know what the boldness was, so she rushed forward and pulled Xing Fang into her arms, hugging her tightly, burying her nose and lips in her hair.
The fragrance of his hair hit his nose, and he suddenly became distracted. He pushed her away again, his expression slightly panicked: "I, I—"
Xing Fang's pretty little face flew into the red clouds, she bit her lips and said, "What are you? A man, just say what you want, why do you need to swallow dirt like this?"
Xing Ying scratched his head and looked embarrassed: "Fang'er, you also know me. I'm not a smooth-tongued person. I don't know how to express what I'm thinking."
Xing Fang sighed, why did she fall in love with such a silly goose
Xing Fang has always had a cheerful temperament, and she has to say what she is thinking directly, otherwise she will have to hold it back.
She reached out to hold Xing Ying's hand and looked up at him. Under the moonlight, his slightly panicked face was very real, and the reality was palpable.
"Ying, you can't tell, let me tell you!" She stared into his bright eyes and said word by word: "Ying, I like you. I have liked you since I was very young. In order to be able to see you every day You, I just stayed by your side and refused to leave. In order to have a common topic with you, I abandoned the female celebrity that women should learn, and practiced martial arts all day long, just to be on par with you."
"Ying, in my heart, there is only you. There has never been anyone else, and there will never be anyone else. What about you?"
Xing Ying always knew Xing Fang's feelings for him, but she never knew that her feelings for him were so deep. It turned out that she practiced martial arts not because of her own liking, but because of him. It turned out that she was by his side. It's not that she's clingy by nature, it's that she likes him.
He couldn't help but hold her hand back, holding it delicately. Only he knew what was on his mind. That year, when he first learned about his life experience, he was in a very bad mood. It was Fang'er who came closer. She caught his sight and stayed with him all the time. He had long been accustomed to the days when she was around. She had already become an indispensable part of his life, his flesh and blood. In the past, he did not know what this kind of emotion was. It was between brother and sister. Love, or the love between men and women.
To this day, he thinks about the plague five years ago. At that time, he was with Prince Jing. Apart from watching countless corpses being thrown into the sea of fire every day, what he thought about most was whether he could survive. When I go back, can I see Fang'er again, can I see that innocent smiling face again