Chapter 30: Dreams (2)

"Mom, hurry up! Why don't you go......"

Xia Han looked desperately at the woman in front of her whose long hair had been scattered, the moving smile on the latter's beautiful face lingered, but a teardrop from the corner of her eye unabashedly dripped down, shattered into thousands of drops of blood in the wind......

The woman looked at Xia Han in front of her calmly and poignantly, but she seemed to look at nothingness as if she were nothing. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Xia Han shouted as hard as she could, tearing her throat but not making a sound, and the woman stood there calmly, no matter how Xia Han shouted, she was like a rock, unmoving......

"Mom...... I beg you...... Can you get out of here......"

Xia Han tried his best to shout loudly, but the sound was like a mosquito calling, and its volume could only be heard by himself. Xia Han fell to his knees in despair, clutching the ground, his slender fingers sinking deep into the dirt.

"Xia Han ......"

A pair of huge beautiful eyes suddenly opened, looking at the dark ceiling, everything was a dream, but the corners of the eyes were still moist but it always reminded Xia Han that this was not a dream.

Zuoqiu gently grabbed Xia Han's shoulders and sat on the edge of the bed, letting Xia Han lean against the crook of his arm.

"It's okay, it's okay......"

Zuoqiu gently patted the soft and boneless person in his arms.

The warmth of the moment made Xia Han unable to distinguish between dream and reality, only to feel that the warmth beside her and this deep and magnetic voice made a sense of helplessness instantly fill her body.

With a sour nose, he suddenly turned over and grabbed Zuoqiu's collar with one hand, and buried his head deep in Zuoqiu's chest, crying out like a release, like a scream.

Zuoqiu still gently patted Xia Han's back, feeling the moisture on his shoulders gradually sweep over the entire right half of his upper body. Xia Han's cry was mixed with a trembling wail, and a sound pierced Zuoqiu's heart.

The neckline was clutched by Xia Han, and the force on Xia Han's fingers made the joints white.

Zuoqiu supported his body motionlessly like this, making Xia Han cry bitterly for a long time......

I don't know how long it has been...... The person in his arms finally gradually regained his calm, and the interval between the sobs slowly became longer and longer, and Zuoqiu hugged Xia Han like this, as if he was in another world.

"I'm sorry."

Xia Han muttered softly, wanting to get up from Zuoqiu's arms.

Zuoqiu's arm exerted force, and Xia Han was taken back into his arms,

"When you're tired, go to sleep."

It's like comfort, but it's like a command.

Xia Han was firmly imprisoned in Zuoqiu's arms, his head rested on Zuoqiu's shoulder, there was no light in the dark room, and in an instant, it seemed to be back in the private exhibition hall of the Metropolitan Museum that day, Xia Han was the same, leaning on Zuoqiu's body......

The sound of methodical breathing overhead reassured her. The warmth from her body made her feel warm, and her strong arms made her feel grounded.

Xia Han leaned on Zuoqiu's shoulder like this, and fell asleep again unconsciously......

Zuoqiu also closed his eyes slightly, closing his eyes to recuperate, but his heart became more and more unsteady......

Mom again?

On the way to send Xia Han to the hospital before, Xia Han also kept calling this sentence.

Suddenly recalling what Promise said to himself in the hospital, Zuoqiu couldn't help but feel more uneasy in his heart. What is this seemingly simple and clear girl in front of her obsessed with......

It wasn't until Xia Han fell asleep deeply that Zuoqiu slowly put her on the pillow and covered the quilt. After doing all this, Zuoqiu did not leave immediately, but stood by the bed and watched Xia Han quietly for a long time before slowly leaving.

Walking out of the door, he only covered the door of the room, he was worried that Xia Han would not be able to hear if there was any more situation, and after thinking about it, he directly ordered the housekeeper to move his bedroom to the next guest room.

The aftermath did not take a lot of Zuoqiu's time, and when it was over, Zuoqiu picked up a cup of coffee and stood quietly in front of the huge floor-to-ceiling window.

It was sunrise time, and the sun's crimson glow rendered the mountains in the distance, and the spread of color gradually dyed the entire sleeping city with a little bit of life.

The tall and straight figure stands in front of the window, with the light on his back, beautiful like a painting.