"Wait a minute."

Half an hour later, seeing that she still didn't mean to move, Yin Shaolong turned off the TV and looked at her and said, "it's time to sleep."

She dropped her eyes and answered softly.

All of a sudden, I was glad that I had such a strange disease. Otherwise, if I thought about the scene of that time, I'm afraid she didn't even have the courage to step into his bedroom.

He shuffled back to bed, and Yin Shaolong didn't say much.

Even if he knew she was hiding from him, he could no longer bear her estrangement and exclusion from him.

He knew better than anyone that Alai was really kind.

But she has been struggling all the way since childhood, which also doomed her not to be a weak and pure woman. Even if her body is worse, her heart is destined to be more resolute than everyone else.

Until the room was completely dark, Alai gently opened his eyes. He could still feel the big hand on his waist. As usual, he held her gently, carefully but warm.

After thinking about it for a while, I fell asleep unconsciously. I was not ready to sleep with him, but I fell asleep more sweetly than every day.

Listening to her even breath, Yin Shaolong has some insomnia.

Holding her hand and exerting a few minutes, chin gently against her back, could not help but whisper: "if I had known that I would love you so much, how could I have been willing to hurt you?"

But there is no early knowledge in the world, even if he is as arrogant as he is, he can not escape a fate.

He slowly lowered his eyes, can not help but think of those who added to her injuries, ridiculous, now hundreds of times back to his own.

"Alai, what can you do to forgive me..."

Yin Shaolong spoke softly, his dark eyes filled with a splash of water. He was like a child who had made a mistake and was extremely self reproached. Even if he tried his best, he could not make up for the damage he had done.

Their child, the child they lost

It almost became the reason why he couldn't sleep for countless days and nights.

He didn't sleep all night, but early the next morning, Yin Shaolong was like fighting chicken blood. He got up early and began to get busy with breakfast. He was more dutiful than a full-time family cook.

He thought that if the damage that had been caused is doomed to be unforgivable and irreparable, perhaps it is the best choice to place hope on time.

Xiang Tianqing just got up, smelling the gust of rice fragrance floating in the kitchen, and immediately couldn't help looking in the direction of the kitchen.

As a result, I saw the busy man in the kitchen. In a moment, he felt like a man from another generation. It had happened hundreds of times in my memory.

Taking his eyes back gently, Alai turns and walks into the bathroom.

Looking at some dense mirror, lift your hand a little bit to wipe the fog above, looking at the mirror in their own.

"Xiang Tianlai, are you What do you want? "

Ask the moment, the mind has already had the echo.

She wants to be with him and she likes to be with him.

As if she had tasted the taste of happiness, she could not bear to throw it away.

But she had to make a choice between the past and the present, between the man who shot her indifferently and the man who prepared breakfast for her every day

Staring at herself in the mirror for a long time, she finally found some self mockery, as if even if he really shot her without blinking an eye, she still wanted to be with her.

Alai patted himself on the cheek and threw a handful of cold water down.

Now, still in the past.

She had to make a choice.