Mo Jiu put breakfast on the bedside table and stood quietly in the room, staring at Long Qingtian for a long time.

He was not as tall as he used to be, leaning back on the wooden chair a little decadently, one hand hanging casually on one side, the other hand on the ashtray on the table, the cigarette butt between his two fingers, which was about to burn out.

There were so many cigarettes, but he didn't really smoke a few puffs.

Most of them burned themselves.

One night is enough time for him to think slowly, right?

Thinking like this, Mo Jiu slowly moved his steps and came to the sliding door of the balcony.

She reached out and pulled the door open.

A strong smell of tobacco hits my nose.

Mo Jiu coughed twice.

Long Qingtian heard Mo Jiu's cough, and the eyes that were motionless in contemplation, and the deep eyes that seemed to be like midnight that couldn't shine into anything, finally moved.

He twisted his stiff neck, and saw that Mo Jiu's little face was a little red because of the tobacco cough, so he looked at the cigarette in his hand.

His fingers moved, placing the cigarette butt in the ashtray, then he stood up and opened the window, and the cold wind rushed in, clearing his brain.

Long Qingtian turned around again, put his arm around Mo Jiu's shoulder, entered the bedroom, and opened the window on the other side to ventilate the room.

He still didn't speak, but this kind of thoughtful behavior made Mo Jiu feel at ease.

She picked up the milk and handed it to Long Qingtian, "Brother, let's have some breakfast." ”

Long Qingtian subconsciously wanted to shake his head, but when he looked up and saw the girl's eyes full of expectation, he picked up the milk and drank it all.

Then, he sat on the sofa, his hands on his knees, his head hanging slightly, and his handsome features looked a little decadent because he hadn't slept all night.

But Mo Jiu knew that even if he didn't eat or drink for three days and three nights, he would be in good spirits, and it was not sleep that tormented him, but the demons he hid in his heart.

Mo Jiu sat beside Long Qingtian, holding his head with both hands, such a gentle movement made Long Qingtian's body stiffen, but then obediently cooperated with Mo Jiu's movements.

Long Qingtian lay on Mo Jiu's legs.

Mo Jiu's weak and boneless little hand caressed Long Qingtian's face, and then pressed on his eyes, because it covered his eyes, Long Qingtian subconsciously closed his eyes.

Mo Jiu rubbed his eyes, pressed several acupuncture points on the top of his head, and pinched them carefully.

She didn't speak, but just used this most gentle and feminine gesture to show her concern and support for him.

After another five minutes, Long Qingtian finally spoke.

"Did you know that three years ago, Lu Lan Weishenme would be injured?"

Long Qingtian suddenly opened his mouth to mention Lu Lan, and although Mo Jiu felt uncomfortable, he didn't interrupt him.

He needs to talk now.

Long Qingtian did not wait for Mo Jiu to answer, and then spoke again: "Three years ago, there was also such an opportunity to catch Brother Ying, one of us who followed him, went to a strange country, but accidentally fell into a trap. The five comrades-in-arms who went with him, except for Lu Lan, all died in battle. And Lu Lan, in order to save me, was also hit in the brain and was in a coma for three years. ”

It turned out to be so!

Long Qingtian has probably never had such a tragic experience in his life, right?!

His resume is all glamorous, but who knows that he has also missed a moment?

However, a person who has always been rational and calm, will Weishenme miss?

Mo Jiu pressed Long Qingtian's finger and paused slightly.