When a Lai sits on the sofa alone and watches TV, he always feels a little lonely. He can't help but think of the scene where he and Yin Shaolong were sitting together, and the corners of his mouth will be slightly curved.

"Alai, it's not easy for Yin Shaolong these years. Why don't you give him a chance and give yourself a chance?"

"After you died, he wanted to go with him. I've never seen Yin Shaolong like that."

"I know you have been unable to let go of the child's matter, but the child has passed after all, you should ask your heart, is it still love him?"

“……”

The voice on TV has been gradually covered up by Ye Fei's words.

She knew that ye Fei came to be a lobbyist today.

Can have to admit, see her and the child's moment, her heart suddenly filled with a touch of loneliness.

Alai fell asleep against the sofa.

She didn't expect that the wound on his wrist was caused by his own wound.

Also did not expect, that red rope is superstitious goddess nonsense.

What's more, the jasmine that had been smashed by him actually survived and blossomed quietly in the room near the cold winter.

The cold dew at night, the door was quietly opened from the outside.

When Yin Shaolong came in with his coat on, he saw the TV still on. He couldn't help but feel a little stunned. He turned to look at the woman on the sofa, but saw that she had unconsciously fallen asleep.

There was a touch of tenderness in his eyes. Last night, because the operation was delayed for some time, he didn't have time to come in the morning.

He walked to the edge of the sofa and gently picked her up, but accidentally touched the wound, so that his eyebrows wrinkled, but there was no pause, quietly holding her back to the bedroom.

The bedroom was still the same as before, but it could be seen that she had been cleaning again, the quilts were very neat, the table was full of moonlight, and there was no dust.

Gently put her on the bed, pulled the quilt, then turned to leave, in order to avoid the cold on his body is too heavy, disturbing her uncomfortable.

"Don't go."

Just just turned around, suddenly was held by a big hand, let his feet slightly Dun, along the pair of thin plain hands, turn his head to look at the woman on the bed.

She seemed to be just talking in a dream. She opened her misty eyes and looked at him. Then she closed it again. In a short time, she breathed evenly.

Looking at the plain hand holding him, Yin Shaolong's Adam's apple rolled, and a sour smile appeared on his cheek. He gently took her hand away, so as not to cause her allergy.

But originally intended to leave him, listening to her whisper, but suddenly reluctant to leave.

Looking at the small face, he took off his coat and lay outside the quilt.

It was not until the next morning that Yin Shaolong woke up at about 5:30 when he opened his eyes. However, he suddenly sat up from his bed.

Where there is Alai's figure beside him, he is the only one in the huge room.

Yin Shaolong couldn't help being a little flustered. Could it be that she found him running back and left in a rage.

At the thought of her leaving him again, Yin Shaolong immediately got up and ran quickly to the door. He looked around for a circle, but he didn't see her at all.

The pot in the kitchen seemed to be boiling porridge and steaming hot. Yin Shaolong stood at the door of the kitchen looking at the pot on fire.

Just then, there was a sound of opening the door.

Yin Shaolong turned his head and saw that Alai came in with a lot of fruits and vegetables in his hand. As he took off his shoes, he said to him, "time flies. It's snowing outside."