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In the dead of night, Han Yao was lying on her bed. She could hear the sounds of the various animals and frogs, as well as the sound of the "hu hu" sound of the sea breeze shaking the branches outside.

The clock on the wall slowly emitted "Drip drip" "Drip drip" sounds. As Han Yao was wrapped in her blanket, she suddenly remembered Nanfeng Haozhe who was in the hallway …

A gust of cold wind instantly blew into his pajamas.

"No need. I'm not cold. If I were really cold, I'd go to sleep in the car. At this late hour, the inn must have closed for sure, and it should be safe. I'll just go to the car and sleep. "

Nanfeng Haozhe said as he grabbed his jacket and walked towards the stairs.

"Hualala …"

saw raindrops the size of beans dripping onto the dam downstairs. There was a person wearing a jacket rushing towards the car in the rain.

Han Yao watched as he got on the car, and even waved goodbye to him before she slowly closed the door.

Closing the door, Han Yao leaned against the door, and lightly held her breath to focus for a moment …

She stretched out her finger and used the tip of her right hand to stroke her lips. Her mind kept replaying the scene when he kissed her …

This feeling, why was it so familiar and unfamiliar?

Just thinking about it, Han Yao's little heart couldn't help but beat wildly again.

Han Yao slapped her face, and warned herself that she could not let her imagination run wild. He had a wife, and she had been waiting for one. She was thinking randomly, what was this all about?

Han Yao forcefully stopped herself from thinking too much and laid on the bed. She pulled up the blanket and covered her head, forcing herself to sleep.

… ….

After the heavy rain, the ground was very clean.

The air smelled of earth.

In the morning, when he opened his eyes, the white mist gradually dissipated. Han Yao got out of bed, rubbed his eyes, and stood on the balcony, drinking hot water, and gazed into the distance.

Last night's rain was a bit heavy, and a few flowers on the balcony had been knocked off.

Han Yao picked up the flower petal and placed it on her palm.

"Dong, dong, dong!"

There was a knock on the door, and she put down the petals and the cup of water and turned to open the door.

"You're awake? I was afraid you were still asleep. "Come here, there are very few places that sell steamed buns. I only bought them after running far away."

's forehead was covered in beads of sweat. Seeing that he was gasping for breath, Han Yao's heart softened for a moment as he said, "Come in and eat together with me."

The two of them sat in the room, each eating a bun in silence.

The atmosphere was a bit awkward.

Han Yao looked at Nanfeng Haozhe and said, "I don't have anything else, I might have to go back today. My waist is fine too. Thank you for taking care of me these days. "

"You're leaving?"

"I should go back. You're here to see your wife. After breakfast, I'll take the bus myself and you can go find your wife. I hope you can find her as soon as possible. In this way, you and your wife can reunite as soon as possible. "

Nanfeng Haozhe put down the steamed bun in his hands and said to Han Yao, "Didn't boss say last night that there would be a festival the day after tomorrow? Since the locals' festival is coming, you might as well stay for two more days. It's not too late for you to stay here for a holiday. "

After Nanfeng Haozhe finished speaking, he saw that Han Yao's face was still filled with worry, so he probed, "If you are afraid of others worrying about you, then we will go to the public phone to call the people who are worried about you. Isn't that enough? "

Yao'er, as long as you're happy, even if I look at you this way, I'm also happy.

Nanfeng Haozhe couldn't help but soften his heart after hearing Nanfeng Haozhe's strong persuasion for him to stay.

This man looked cold on the surface, but the things he did were always warm on the inside. Every time Han Yao saw his eyes, she would always be reluctant to refuse.

"Alright, Yao'er, I'll take it that you've agreed. Come, eat up this little bun, we'll go to the seaside today. I asked the locals, and they said that now is the time to dig the oyster, have you ever dug the oyster before? I have never dug a oyster before … "

Han Yao shook her head.

"I don't know if I've dug, but even if I have, I should have forgotten. I have forgotten all the memories of the past twenty years. I only remember the last five years. "

Nanfeng Haozhe couldn't help but recall the scene of Han Yao getting into a car accident that year. With such a high cliff and the car falling, there were so many people who had just been rescued and had already lost their breath …

When he thought of this, he couldn't help but clench his fists.

Han Yao saw that Nanfeng Haozhe's expression was abnormal, he gently touched his arm and asked, "What happened? Is there something wrong with you? "

"I... "Qing, I'm fine."

Han Yao saw that Nanfeng Haozhe had actually sneezed a few times, and she suddenly realised, "Did you catch a cold last night?"

"I'm fine. You clean up, we'll go dig the oyster. I'll go to the car and wait for you. "

Nanfeng Haozhe smiled at Han Yao, then went downstairs to the car.

… ….

"How did you dig this up?"

"We should buy some tools first."

As the two walked on the beach barefooted, Han Yao on the other hand, was a little not used to it. Nanfeng Haozhe hurriedly reached out and grabbed her waist …

Han Yao wanted to reject him, but she slipped and fell into Nanfeng Haozhe's embrace, looking even more miserable than before.

"Yao'er, I'll hold onto you."

"Alright."

Under the sunlight, Nanfeng Haozhe carried a tool in his right hand and held Han Yao's hand with her left.

"Stepping on this sand is like massaging the soles of my feet. It's too comfortable."

"Yes."

Nanfeng Haozhe brought Han Yao to the beach, and when he saw that there were not many people digging for oyster, he led Han Yao to the beach and stepped on the water surface, allowing the waves to hit them.

"Let's play for a while. When someone comes, can we dig with them?"

"Alright."

Just as Han Yao agreed, Nanfeng Haozhe immediately scooped up a handful of water and poured it all over Han Yao's skirt. Han Yao's skirt immediately became wet, and she also stooped down to pour some water on his body …

"You little girl, watch how I'll take care of you."

The two of them stood on the waves and played by the sea. They picked up some conch shells and some strange stones.

Among them, there was a white stone that looked crystal clear and had a unique shape. Nanfeng Haozhe picked it up and gave it to Han Yao.

"Why is this rock so beautiful?"