After taking the medicine of the hundred-year-old snow lotus, Lin Yan was still in a coma, and he didn't wake up until dusk three days later.

In the past few days, Ning Yutong ran to Lin Mansion whenever she had time, and after Lin Yan woke up, she also got the news as soon as she woke up, and appeared in Lin Yan's bedroom as quickly as possible.

At this moment, Mrs. Lin had already gone back to the room to rest with the support of the maid, and only Xiao Ai was left in Lin Yan's room, she was Lin Yan's personal maid, and when she saw Ning Yutong coming in, Xiao Ai immediately stood up straight respectfully: "Miss Cousin!" ”

"Hmm."

Ning Yutong nodded, and walked quickly to Lin Yan's bedside, Lin Yan on the bed was still very haggard, his lips were pale and chapped, but his eyes were blazing.

"Cousin!"

His gaze stopped on Ning Yutong's face, and Lin Yan struggled to squeeze out a smile: "You're here!" Quick, sit down. ”

Seeing that Lin Yan seemed to want to get up, Ning Yutong immediately raised his hand and pressed his shoulder: "Don't move!" Watch out for wounds! It's all hurt like this, so it's okay to stay honestly. ”

As he spoke, Ning Yutong sat sideways in front of the couch.

"Oh."

Lin Yan was still obedient to Ning Yutong's words as always, while Xiao Ai on the side retreated outside the house with interest and didn't want to disturb the two of them.

In the bedroom, Ning Yutong's gaze wandered, and Lin Yan on the bed was also silent.

Both of them seem to have something to say, but they don't know where to start, and too many things have really happened in the year they have been apart.

"Cousin."

In the end, it was Lin Yan who took the lead in speaking: "Look at me now, have I become very handsome?" ”

"Snort."

Ning Yutong laughed a little speechlessly, Lin Yan has been seriously injured and in a coma these days, and the whole person is indeed thin.

"I'd rather you've been doing well."

Ning Yutong finally set her eyes on Lin Yan's face again, the pale and sleepy young man on the sickbed and the high-spirited cousin in her memory gradually merged into one-

"Cousin, I'll take you away!"

Ning Yutong will always remember that on that snowy winter day in his previous life, Lin Yan broke into the first sentence of the Star Picking Palace.

At that time, he was already a famous young general, and he had a newly married wife in the house, and Ning Yutong at that time had nothing.

He felt sorry for her, and even if he disobeyed the emperor's order and betrayed the entire court, he would protect her.

At that time, the person he loved the most was Zixi, but Ning Yutong was still the cousin he cared about the most in his heart, which may have nothing to do with love.

Ning Yutong's memory was in a trance, she unconsciously raised her hand and grabbed Lin Yan's warm palm: "Cousin, you get better soon, I'll ...... But I'm waiting for you to be famous! ”

Famous and famous!

Lin Yan's eyes lit up, this year's border career had really changed him, and the passionate dream in his heart had been stirring.

Who doesn't want to be famous? Who doesn't want to be remembered for eternity?

Lin Yan's heart shook, but soon the light in his eyes gradually changed to a hesitant look.

"Cousin, you seem to have lost weight lately."

In a year's time, not only Ning Yutong has changed, but Lin Yan has changed even more.

In the army, he not only learned how to be a qualified and heroic soldier, but he also learned to perceive people's hearts.

Ning Yutong was really much thinner than a year ago, and although the whole person looked radiant, Lin Yan still felt the tiredness she had hidden.

"I'm fine, I've just eaten less lately."

Ning Yutong smiled faintly at Lin Yan, Lin Yan's eyes flashed, and he immediately changed the topic: "By the way, I heard my mother say that I can wake up this time thanks to you, and the hundred-year-old snow lotus is your friend's?" ”

When Lin Yan was in a coma, Mrs. Lin was naturally waiting the most, and after Lin Yan woke up, Mrs. Lin also kept talking about the things of this time in front of her son, and naturally included the matter of the century-old snow lotus.

And the precious Lin Yan of the hundred-year-old snow lotus is very clear, Mrs. Lin said that the snow lotus is Ning Yutong's friend, and Lin Yan is really curious about this friend, as far as he knows, Ning Yutong does not have many friends in Kyoto, can the person who can have this kind of thing, is it Yang Rui?

Friend?

Hearing Lin Yan mention the matter of Snow Lotus, Ning Yutong smiled: "It's a friend, he happened to owe me a favor some time ago, and this time it's just to repay the debt of favor." ”

"Really? Your friend, very good? Lin Yan seemed to be very interested in this "friend" whom he had never met.

Isn't it amazing?

"It's amazing."

Ning Yutong replied without hesitation, she had not studied with Changge once or twice, and she admired his skills and will.

"Cousin, someone you like?" When he asked the last sentence, Lin Yan's tone was a little weak.

"Huh?"

Ning Yutong couldn't help but laugh and cry: "Cousin, don't joke. ”

"I'm not kidding, cousin, your eyes are full of light when you mention him, I think this should be a sign of liking someone, right?"

Lin Yan knew Ning Yutong very well, and Ning Yutong used to only light up when he mentioned his father.

Since she was a child, she has admired powerful men, and she has also vowed to marry a strong man who can get her approval in this life.

Hearing Lin Yan's words, the smile on the corner of Ning Yutong's mouth stiffened slightly-Changge is very powerful, and that mysterious and indifferent man will always help him inadvertently, he may really have a good impression of him, but that kind of good feeling is only because of trust and worship.

Like him?

Ning Yutong shook his head: "In this life, I'm afraid I'm really ...... It's hard to like someone, right? ”

She whispered to herself a little lonely, but Lin Yan on the bed looked at Ning Yutong unexpectedly-

What has she experienced in the past year?

Why is the cousin in front of him so different from the girl in his memory?