Nanrong Huai'an's heart hurt so much that he didn't want to delay for a minute, just to see feng Sufei.
So he came here ceaselessly. When he saw Sophie's moment and held her, he seemed to feel at ease.
At this time, Nanrong Huai'an looks at Feng Sufei at her side, and her heart is solid.
He wants to reach out and touch the plain head. He wants to say sorry. There are too many emotions in his heart at this moment, too many words to say, but he can only bear it for a while
He was afraid of waking Sophie.
In fact, when the mood in Nanrong Huai'an is very intense, the fingers are fretting.
Feng Sufei is also a light sleeper. She seems to feel something and wakes up quickly.
When she looked up and opened her eyes, they were still a little hazy.
This kind of wind Sufei let Nan Rong Huai'an see, let his heart all soft up, heart born infinite pity.
Nanrong Huai'an didn't understand why she had the heart to hurt Sophie.
Or he did not understand the woman's mind, he knew from the memory of Huang Ying how much he had hurt Sophie.
At this time, Nanrong Huai'an's heart is still like a knife cut, and the memory of Huang Ying rolls in his mind like a wave. Those memories, which he can't eliminate at all, make him really hurt.
Feng Sufei is just a moment of confusion. Soon, her eyes are clear.
When she saw Nanrong Huai'an woke up, she stood up excitedly and hugged Nanrong Huai'an. Her eyes were a little red. "You finally woke up and the fever went back. You don't know, you scared me. You can't scare me like this next time..."
Feng Sufei said a lot of things, and she was also afraid of something about Nanrong Huai'an.
She was also afraid of Nanrong Huai'an's illness.
In her feeling, Nanrong Huai'an is so strong. How could she ever lie so weak.
Feng Sufei will lean on Nanrong Huai'an, and listen to his heart beating in his ear, and his heart will be a little steadier.
Nan Rong Huai'an's eyes are as soft as water. When he looks at the plain wind, there are also strong emotions.
Such feelings are so deep, as if they can swallow people.
Nanrong Huai'an reaches out and gently touches the hair of fengsufei, with love and affection.
When he couldn't control his mood, he bowed his head and kissed Feng Sufei deeply. "Sufei, I'm ok. I just miss you very much."
When I say this, Nanrong Huai'an's voice is hoarse, low and hoarse, as if there are too many deep emotions.
Feng Sufei heard something wrong. She looked up and blinked at Nanrong Huai'an. "I miss you, but don't toss your body. You are so scared. You can't do anything."
Nanrong Huai'an sighed: "fool, I will be fine. How can I rest assured that you are alone, just thinking of the past, thinking of you and saying sorry to you?"
Feng Sufei is stupefied, "what happened before?"
She didn't know what Nanrong Huai'an said before. They had already agreed. No one mentioned the past. It's all gone.
Nanrong Huai'an nodded, with a little sad light in his eyes. He said in a deep voice, "well, I couldn't deal with you before, which makes you sad and sad."
"It's all over. You'll be nice to me now."
Feng Sufei won't get tangled up with the past. Now she and Nan Rong Huai'an are just as good.
Nanrong Huai'an pressed his heart, "but when you are not around me, every time I think about it, it will hurt here, and I want to see you urgently."