Yin Shaolong is stunned at the spot and stares at her.

After changing his slippers, Alai went to the kitchen and said, "there is no food at home, so I went out and bought some."

Yin Shaolong's eyes were moist. As she walked past him, he reached out and grabbed her subconsciously.

Alai looked up at the man in front of him and put on a smile: "what's the matter?"

"You..."

Yin Shaolong opens his mouth, but he doesn't know how to open his mouth. He just stares at her.

Alai said with a smile, "go and change your clothes. I don't feel tired even if I'm still wearing a shirt at home."

A teardrop slid down the corner of a man's eye. Yin Shaolong pulled her into his arms. Her eyes were flushed. Tears fell down the corner of his eyes and fell into her neck, bringing a trace of coolness.

The vegetables in Alai's hands fell to the ground, and he put his hand around his waist. A smile appeared on his face, and his eyes were moist.

Yin Shaolong's hands are very strong, and his arms are always trembling, almost kneading her into his body.

He thought that he would never get her forgiveness in his whole life.

He thought that he would never be happy again.

Even he had thought that he was not afraid of the long years and that he would get her forgiveness one day.

But he never thought about it.

This day will come so fast, so suddenly.

"Alai I love you... " He murmured, as if all the words were pale and powerless in this instant.

"Wow..."

The door creaked and was pushed open. Wu Yihang, who was wearing pajamas and pajamas, gazed at the Baba hemp in his arms and let out a cry of surprise.

Only when he was dreaming, he reached out and rubbed his eyes and looked again. He slipped back to his bedroom, closed the door, covered his mouth and laughed.

On one side, Alai heard the child's voice and couldn't help pushing him away: "the voyage is up. Go to take a bath."

"Yes." Yin Shaolong answered, but he was not willing to let go, as if she would run away as soon as she let go.

It turns out that last night, what she said was not a dream talk.

"Go." Alai pushed him away, turned into the kitchen, put on his apron and began to get busy.

Half an hour later, Yin Shaolong came out of the bathroom. Breakfast was almost ready. Alai went back to change his clothes. As a result, he pushed the door open. He closed the door again and pulled her into his arms. He asked her to say, "am I dreaming?"

"Yes, I don't wake up when I know it's a dream." Alai chuckled.

Yin Shaolong also raised the corner of his mouth and said softly, "why Why forgive me? "

Alai leaned in his arms and whispered, "the rest of my life is very short. I don't want to miss you again."

Yin Shaolong's eyes were moist again. He dropped his eyes and whispered, "thank you for loving me."

Alai's eyes are also a little wet, she will not tell him, she had a dream last night, dream that he died, lying in a pool of blood, and finally left her life forever.

But she was not happy.

She called out his name, patted him on the cheek, begged him to wake up, told him again and again that she loved him, she cried bitterly, and the cone of remorse was almost swallowed up by a storm.

As she cried, she told him that as long as he would wake up, she would let go of all the past, and that she would like to start over with him, as long as he opened his eyes again and looked at he