"Mom, it's so late, Dad must have rested, you will wake up your grandparents if you call. ”

Su Zhiyi's voice was still soft and glutinous, but if you looked closely, you would find that her eyes were filled with endless coldness, and even the corners of her mouth were gently hooked, and there seemed to be a sarcasm hanging on the corners of her lips.

After Xia Wenfang listened to her words, she looked back at the old clock on the wall, and felt that her words made sense, it was so late, and she called to either disturb him to rest or disturb her in-laws' rest.

Forget it, let's wait for him to come back.

Thinking like this, Xia Wenfang turned her head and walked out of Su Zhiyi's room, turned off the light on the wall for her, and specially instructed her when she went out:

"If you have a nightmare, you have to call your mom out loud, you know?"

"Uh-huh. Su Zhiyi chick pecked the rice and agreed with a smile.

Since she was five years old, she has not slept in the same room with her parents, so even when she was extremely weak after her injury, she did not let Xia Wenfang stay by the bedside to accompany her.

Xia Wenfang looked at her daughter's face wrapped in only eyes and mouth, deliberately hid the worries in her heart, smiled warmly and closed the door.

Listening to the gentle footsteps gradually moving away, the smile on Su Zhiyi's face disappeared suddenly, she lifted the quilt, and her body slid down into the quilt.

Looking up at the ceiling, her eyes glowing in the dark night.

Su Changzhi has a habit every year, starting from the beginning of the new year, he will stay in the countryside for seven days, and he will come back on the eighth day of the new year.

The reason he was looking for was to go home to visit his parents, but now it seems that he has never returned to the countryside at all, but has taken Song Maolin's mother and daughter to play somewhere.

If he was really widowed, it would be okay to be with Song Maolin, after all, the days to come will be long, and it really doesn't point to how he will die alone.

But now that she knows that they're already together, they don't think about it!

Su Zhiyi's hands clutched the quilt tightly, lying like a dead corpse, but his eyes were wide open, and he didn't feel sleepy at all.

Su Zhiyi is a typical neurasthenia, the hidden danger left over from the previous life, it seems that since the injury, her sleep quality has never been better until she was in her thirties, but she didn't expect that she would still have this big problem after being reborn.

After struggling for several more hours, Su Zhiyi finally fell asleep.

As if in a chaotic situation, Su Zhiyi felt that her body was fluttering, she looked up at the boundless darkness in front of her, and walked forward uncontrollably.

It seemed to be a room, the wind gently blew the hem of the curtains, and the sound of rustling could be faintly heard.

A neon-like light could be seen in the gap of the curtains, but I don't know if this light is an illusion or a light.

Su Zhiyi stood on the edge of the bed in a daze, looking at the dimness of this room and the people lying on the bed.

The person's eyelids twitched slightly, and after a moment she woke up, her long hair scattered on the pillow, like an inky waterfall spreading out.

Her sparkling eyes seemed to shine like a star dotted in the night sky.

It took a long time for her to seem to adjust to the darkness, and she became much more conscious, struggling to sit up from the bed.

But her struggle stopped all of a sudden, the pain in her limbs made her take a gentle breath, her delicate eyebrows also wrinkled, she reached out and rubbed her swollen head, and with the movement of her hand, the thin quilt attached to her body couldn't help but slide down a little.

The delicate texture seemed to remind her that she was not at the moment, so she subconsciously grabbed the quilt on her body, but as soon as she got together, she finally felt that her waist was clamped.

Her brow furrowed even more, and she looked down at the arm of steel on her waist, and by the faint light of the curtain she seemed to see a lifelike flower tattooed on it.

Su Zhiyi, who was standing by the wall, looked at the person on the bed, her face turned pale instantly, and her heart seemed to be held tightly!

She saw that the face that was exactly like her suddenly became frightened, and her eyes suddenly widened in horror at the person sleeping next to her.

The man's eyelids moved slightly, and there were signs of waking up, so frightened that the weak figure who was sitting on the bed shrank back in a panic.

"Ahh

She was dreaming again! In the dream, she saw what had happened to her the night before she died.

She patted Yuehun in shock, and gradually calmed her heartbeat, but the flower that bloomed on her wrist seemed to be engraved in her mind, lingering.

That night, the man who threw her off the bed! and his mocking smile in the darkness, it seemed to be close in front of him!

Su Zhiyi felt a pain in her head for no reason, she buried her head in her knees, and screamed uncontrollably!

"Ahh

"Tang Tang, what's wrong?" seemed to hear her exclamation, Xia Wenfang pulled a pair of slippers, put on a piece of clothing and pushed the door in.

Xia Wenfang is a serious cultural person, even in her own home, she will politely knock on the door every time she enters Su Zhiyi's room, but this time she is rarely panicked.

Listening to her hurried footsteps, Su Zhiyi's originally messy heart suddenly settled, she leaned against the head of the bed, her hands still tightly grasping her front placket.

Looking at her mother's worried face, she was a little reluctant, wiped the sweat from her forehead, and showed a sweet smile: "Mom, I'm fine, don't worry." ”

Xia Wenfang felt that his previous speculation was not wrong, this kid really seemed to be just strong, all the strength was pretended, didn't this be a nightmare when he closed his eyes?

There is also a possibility that all of her performance comes from her psychological cues to herself, and she tells herself that she doesn't care about the scars on her face, so she really thinks she doesn't care.

She was told this by a good psychiatrist friend, who also said that if it did, it would be really terrible.

Thinking of this, she didn't wrinkle.

Although Su Zhiyi didn't know what she was thinking, he could vaguely guess her worries, so he stretched out his hands to his mother and made a gesture of begging for a hug.

Xia Wenfang looked at her daughter's outstretched hand, temporarily put aside her worries, and reached out to hold her daughter in her arms.

Su Zhiyi leaned on her mother's arms, listening to her powerful heartbeat, after more than 20 years, she finally returned to this familiar embrace again, smelling the natural soap fragrance on her body, Su Zhiyi raised the corners of her mouth.

She secretly swore in her heart: In this life, I will protect you for a good life!