Ling Xiaoqian back to the apartment, looking at the empty sofa, heart with feel empty.

She walked over and sat on the sofa, her legs bent up and hugged herself tightly.

I'm so tired.

I'm really tired.

No matter who in front of her, she is a strong look, but in fact, her heart is really fragile, fragile to just want to rely on the shoulders of others, by all the protection, by all the love.

But she knew it was impossible.

Since her father's company went bankrupt, she has to shoulder the responsibility of the family. To protect her sister, she has to be strong and endure everything.

She did, but also accidentally got happiness, but, has not really owned, that happiness suddenly can not belong to themselves, clearly within reach, but dare not have, afraid to hurt another very important person in life

"Why She said to herself, her eyes were wet, and she felt very uncomfortable, as if she was oppressed by something and couldn't breathe.

She wants nothing, nothing, just rely on the arms of the beloved.

Enjoy that kind of warmth, enjoy that kind of sweetness, enjoy that kind of happiness, forget all the unhappy things, take yourself the most seriously, and no longer let yourself suffer because of anyone or anything

"Yichen..."

She read softly.

I miss him so much.

I miss his embrace, I miss the calm only in him, the unique temperature.

"Yichen..."

She read, holding herself tightly, but could not feel any temperature.

It's cold

She feels so cold.

I feel cold when I need to be hugged.

Quietly, Ling Xiaoqian is holding himself like this.

Suddenly, behind a warm, as if to be hugged, very warm feeling.

She turned slowly and saw the face she wanted to see most.

"In the morning?"

Isn't he home already? Why is he here?

Is it an illusion?

Is too tired, too need to embrace, so the illusion?