Chapter 928

Just like a person in my heart, that person is afraid of thunder, he must be in such a thunderous weather, accompanied by her side.

But who is that man? Why can't he remember!

Seeing that Huo Baiyuan's appearance was not right, Luo Changchuan stroked his shoulder and asked, "Baiyuan, are you ok?"

Huo Baiyuan covered his head, squatted down a little bit, and curled up his body tightly like a child without panic.

"My head..."

Luo Changchuan asked in a hurry: "does the head hurt again?"

Since Huo Baiyuan came back half a year after his disappearance, he has been suffering from headache from time to time. He went to the hospital for examination. He only said that his head had been hit and he had recovered, and there was no way to treat it.

In the dark room, lightning, like a sharp sword, came in from the window. With the roaring thunder, people's ears were numb, and the wind was whistling.

A figure on the bed trembled violently.

Song Lishu clenched the quilt corner with his hand and buried his head in the quilt tightly. Every thunder seemed to split into her body.

There was a crash of rain outside the window, but the thunder didn't stop.

In a dark room where lightning strikes, song Lishu's body rolls down from the bed. She almost climbs to the front of the wardrobe, opens the door, and shakes out a man's shirt.

Holding the shirt, she climbed back to the bed, curled up and hid herself in the quilt. She held the shirt tightly in her arms until she smelled the faint breath of Huo Baiyuan.

Song Lishu closed his eyes and heard the storm. It was dark, as if he had returned to the hut. Huo Baiyuan held her firmly in his arms and said to her gently, "don't be afraid, I'm here, I'll protect you."

Every lightning and thunder weather, I will accompany you.

Late at night, the storm finally stopped.

Huo Baiyuan was lying on the sofa with one hand on his eyebrows. His face turned pale and his chest heaved with heavy breathing.

Luo Changchuan poured a cup of hot water, put it on the tea table and asked, "how about it? How are you doing now? "

Huo Baiyuan did not speak. He put down his hand and sat up from the sofa with his arm in his arms.

Luo Changchuan delivers hot water.

Huo Baiyuan took it, sipped it, put the water on the tea table again, stood up, and shook his body slightly twice.

"It's late. I should go." He said in a dumb voice.

Luo Changchuan is a little uneasy: "are you sure it's ok?"

Huo Baiyuan shook his head and walked towards the door.

Luo Changchuan suddenly called him.

He stopped, turned his head and looked at Luo Changchuan.

Luo Changchuan's face became a little dignified. He hesitated for a moment and said, "I forgot to tell you something. NianWei will come back in a few days."

Huo Baiyuan's long eyelashes trembled slightly, but his pale face didn't change. He stared at Luo Changchuan for a while. Finally, he didn't say anything and walked out of the door without looking back.

In the early morning, song Lishu finally crawled out of the quilt. The panic in her eyes had not faded. There was a thin layer of sweat on her forehead. Her shirt was still pressed in her arms, and it had become a little wrinkled.

The rainstorm finally stopped, withered branches and leaves fell to the ground, and the window was a mess.

Song Lishu looked down at the clothes in his arms and suddenly felt a little funny.

Before Huo Baiyuan had not broken into her world, she was alone in every lightning and thunder weather?