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The night wind blew gently. It was early winter, and the air was cold and dry. She could not help but shrink her neck, feeling a little cold. And on his palm, it was dry and warm. She was actually still nostalgic.

"Is it cold?"

He turned his head to look at her, his unruly eyebrows as handsome as the hair on his head. Even today, she still wanted to sincerely praise him. He was truly the most beautiful man she had ever met.

Seeing her staring at him as if he were in a daze, he couldn't help but purse the corner of his lips, let go of her hand with a faint smile. He undid the buttons of his trench coat a few times, and without asking her, wrapped her in his trench coat with an irresistible force. His chest was boiling hot and warm, and his hands were wrapped around her waist.

She felt a little uncomfortable and just as she moved, he immediately lowered his head and whispered into her ear, "Don't move, your body is very cold and you will catch a cold."

His hand found hers and wrapped tightly around her palm. The two of them seemed to be one as they slowly walked forward. Gradually, they could see the car gradually stop there. His footsteps started to slow down, and naturally, she slowed down as well …

"I've lived for decades, as if I was waiting for tonight."

He suddenly opened his mouth, and the hot breath he exhaled caused her ears to twitch. She couldn't help but to turn her head, and looking at his expression, her expression was calm yet firm in the darkness, as if that frivolous and Meng Lang man was not him at all.

She loved him. She had to admit that she still loved him. She had been so disappointed with him before, but now, she still deeply missed him.

He held her hand tightly, and the smile on his face became even wider. "Yan Yan, I love you. I only love you."

She suddenly felt her heart ache and felt uncomfortable. She wanted to throw herself into his arms and cry, wanted to ruthlessly curse and beat him …

However, she couldn't even do it. She could only endure with great effort. She couldn't stop her tears from falling and forced a smile onto her face. She looked at him with sparkling eyes.

He pretended to be relaxed, but his voice was still trembling.

"What are you talking about? If you don't marry in the future, won't you have children …"

His lips twisted a little as he lowered his head and fiercely stared at her. In a voice that was both patient and hoarse, he said, "You know very well that I won't marry anyone else apart from you …"

"Stop talking." "We should go," she said suddenly, interrupting him.

He looked at her back, at her slender figure wrapped in a beige windbreaker, at her stubborn yet resolute back. She had learned to refuse him, she had learned to endure her emotions, she had learned to distance herself from him.

And what could he do? Did he use all the means he could to make her surrender, like he did five years ago, or did he continue to pretend that nothing had happened?

He followed her silently, stepping on her footprints. Joy, what the hell are you thinking? Why do you still refuse to accept me?

His silence gave rise to an unspeakable bitterness in her heart. He was also human, and he had emotions, not to mention he was the proud Shen Canghao, the Shen Canghao who had never touched a woman before. How long would he last?

As she thought, she regained consciousness, laughing at herself for thinking too much. Wasn't she already prepared to turn back? Then why did she have to care how long he could last?

Even though she was admonished about this, she couldn't help but become agitated. While she was in a trance, she stepped on something. With a crisp sound, a heart-wrenching pain attacked her ankle, causing her to cry out in pain …

"What's wrong?" He quickly caught her body and firmly hugged her. His expression was full of worry.

"It's nothing, it's just that my ankle was twisted." She endured the pain, and when she saw his anxious expression, she explained uneasily. However, the pain still caused her face to twist slightly, and cold sweat gradually broke out on her forehead.

"And he said it's fine." Feeling his heart ache, he was both angry and anxious. He could only bend down and squat down in front of her. He held her twisted foot in his palm and carefully observed it under the moonlight.

He carefully rolled up the leg of his pants a bit and unzipped the ankle boots. "Hold onto my shoulder, don't fall."

Feeling that her body was slightly swaying, he immediately opened his mouth. His tone was not condescending, but rather a forceful order. His lips curved up in a smile, but he obediently grabbed her shoulders.

"It's swollen. I need to see a doctor."

He took off her socks, only to find that both her ankle and the back of her foot had swelled up. He frowned as he felt a twinge of pain in his heart, "I don't know how to walk, but what if I'm not here?"

"I can take a taxi if I insist."

Huan Yan saw the angry look on his face and could not help but flinch, but still tried to argue back.

"How dare you walk when you're so swollen? You aren't even afraid of being crippled! "

When he saw her stubborn look, he couldn't help but shake his head. He stood up and picked her up in an instant, "If I'm not by your side and you're injured, don't try to be brave. Please help me or give me a call. Do you understand?"

"You made a fuss." Although her mouth was complaining, her heart was filled with traces of sweetness. She nestled into his embrace as her thoughts became a blur, forgetting the pain.

"I'm not making a fuss, I just feel sorry for you." He suddenly spoke gently and hugged her even more tightly. "I'd rather I bear everything for you."

She bit her lower lip and lowered her long eyelashes. "But I may not be able to repay you."

"I don't want anything in return. You just want to return to me willingly." He settled her in the passenger seat, fastened his seat belt, and leaned over her, his hand on the door. "I'll wait."