At night, the moonlight is bright, the stars are shining, and there is only the steady breathing of people in the air, with a hint of tranquility.

In one room, the man stood by the window, and on the bed was a figure, already asleep.

All he could see was the starry sky outside, but the sound of her breathing was in his ears.

She seemed to be sleeping extremely unsteadily, and her breathing became rapid.

The man's ears were extremely sharp, perhaps because of the man. Although the eyes are staring at the scenery outside the window, the heart is the person in the bed.

He closed the window, but the flowers and bones outside the window could not see everything in the house, so he had to go to the branches and leaves beside him in disappointment, and whispered to them.

Her whole body gradually became uneasy, and her body trembled.

He quickened his pace and walked towards her. He remembered what she said before going to bed, and when he remembered that scene, he only felt extremely sorry for her.

He only felt a little more self-blame, if he had remembered her earlier, and had gone to find her earlier, she would not have faced such a situation, and she would not have had blood on her hands.

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The candle flame flickered, and the wind crept into the house, blowing it and shivering, and the room was dark and bright.

He Yan on the bed held back a breath of words, but she couldn't say it.

"You have a good rest, I'll go first!" Shen Jing tucked the corners of the quilt for her, and was about to get up and leave.

But he was hindered, and when he lowered his eyes to look closely, it was the seductive snow white in the dream, and it was her bare hand.

She grabbed him by the sleeve and clenched it tightly. He looked into her eyes, and her pupils were dilated.

She was obviously a little scared, although he was puzzled, but he also knew that she was very scared, so he stopped thinking about leaving, and only didn't want to leave.

She just stared at him anxiously, tears were about to fall from her eyes, but she looked very pitiful, which made people a little unbearable.

She didn't say a word, just looked at him like this, as if to see the emotion in his eyes. He has a big feeling, if she sees that she wants to leave, she must be very disappointed, but she will not force him.

He didn't know how he would know, but he felt like she would do this.

He guessed completely right, He Yan would not force him. If she really saw his emotions wanting to leave, she would have put down her hand.

She doesn't want to trouble him, and she always has the feeling that if you rely on you, he will still run away in the end.

It's like he once promised, but he left without saying a word. Although he had explained it clearly, she didn't understand, she didn't blame him for losing his memory, but why was he the last to remember himself?

Even when you saw her for the first time, you didn't recognize her? is not important, so the subconscious does not want him to remember?

If he remembered her last, it was because she had given him warmth. She thinks that she has given him warmth, but she thinks that it is the warmth given by maternal care, and that it is the gift given by God who accompanied him?

Therefore, she felt that if there were no such things, he was afraid that he would not remember her for the rest of his life.

In this meeting, she didn't know who was him, he had many faces, and she had seen them all.

But what she misses the most is when he calls himself a child. Obviously, at that time, they all had their own thoughts, but she was the most worth remembering.

She felt that she had some masochistic tendencies, and at that time, she was always defeated by his mouth. But it is undeniable that they were really happy at that time, and her sister was still there.

She didn't speak, he didn't bother her, he just waited for her to tell herself, and he didn't ask what she didn't want to say. She asked, and he listened.

"You, can you not leave at night?" What he didn't know was how hard it took her to barely finish the sentence. As soon as she finished speaking, her head bowed.

He stood in front of her eyes, blocking the light of the candle, and naturally he couldn't see the pink at the tips of her ears.

He just froze in place, as if he had misheard a word, but he didn't speak, just wondering if it was true.

"If you don't want to, you can go!"

Her angry little hand was withdrawn, and her body was rolled in, her back facing him. Tears flowed silently from her eyes, and she could only hold her teeth tight to prevent herself from being more embarrassed.

She had just spent all her strength, and even gambled all her courage, but she couldn't get an answer.

She was a woman, and she shouldn't have said such a thing. But the fear in her heart, she didn't know why she asked him to stay, but as long as he was there, her heart would be much more stable.

Her body shook uncontrollably, her ears were quiet, she could only hear the sobs in her nose and the sobs in her mouth, but nothing else.

Gradually, she heard the sound of footsteps in the distance, and her heart sank completely, and he didn't want to answer her.

The footsteps faded away, and she could even hear the door closing.

He was gone, and her emotions became more and more uncontrollable. But she has her pride, but she doesn't want others to hear about it.

She hid herself under the covers, and wept quietly, one at a time, but slowly but loudly.

But she didn't check, but she was in the bed, as if she was in the dark, and there was no hope. She cried and cried, and her breathing began to be unsmooth, but she endured it, she had her own stubbornness.

Suddenly, she stopped sobbing, just because her quilt was gone, and there was a slight light in front of her.

She was stunned for a moment, her body was very stiff, she didn't dare to move, as if someone had cast a spell to fix her body, and her breathing froze, for fear of making a sound.

Shen Jing held his forehead, there was a black line on his forehead, he was helpless, didn't he just go to close a window, why did she react so much?

"I didn't leave! I: "I'll be with you."

Before he could finish his sentence, he was hugged tightly by a small group, and he was stupid in place, forgetting what he was going to say next.

He lowered his eyes to look at her, her whole face was buried tightly in his waist, and her body was still shaking, as if she was crying, but gradually she calmed down, and froze.

He Yan waited until the tip of her nose smelled a familiar smell, and then she came back to her senses, and she stopped crying, but her body shook unconsciously due to inertia. When she calmed down, she calmed down.

Only then did she notice that she was buried in the man's waist, a little shy, but unwilling to let go.

In fact, the first thing she noticed was whether the tears and snot on her face were particularly ugly. So although she was embarrassed, she didn't want him to see it.

Shen Jing was not annoyed, and there was no movement. He just held back a smile in his heart, as if he understood her careful thoughts, and he didn't expose it, so he let her hold it.

He Yan was very uncomfortable, and her hands hugged him tightly. The snot was about to pour out, and she couldn't help but start sucking her nose, and she didn't dare to get too close to him, for fear of getting the snot on his clothes.

She inhaled and inhaled, Shen Jing realized something at this time, his eyes were fixed on the top of her head, and he didn't feel dirty, but there was tenderness in his eyes that he hadn't discovered.

He thought about it for a while, but felt that she was very uncomfortable, and withdrew his hand slightly, and raised his hand to go to the hem of his clothes.

He Yan thought that he was going to push her away, and a spirit was lying on the bed, with his back to him.

Her action was so fast that his hand reached the air, but it stopped. He couldn't help laughing, and his hand went where it was supposed to be, and he took out the handkerchief in the placket.

He couldn't remember when he hid a handkerchief in the placket, and once he had unconsciously put it away, but he had wiped her tears. He still remembered her crying, the hand under her clothes, she was not weak at all, as if she had to do so.

After that, he would bring a handkerchief with him at every moment, and he would not use it himself, but he would dedicate it to her. When he thought about it, he thought it was amazing.

He sat on the edge of the bed, close to her, and did not look at her face, but just put his hand in front of her eyes, and whispered, "Wipe it!" ”

He Yan paused after hearing this, but did not refuse. She took the handkerchief from the top of her head and gently wiped her face.

After a while, she couldn't hear him. I was about to turn around and take a sneak peek, but the expression on her face froze on her face.

She looked at the man next to her, who was sleeping peacefully.

At this point, she seemed to understand. He told himself in this way that he was with him.

A strange emotion rose in her heart, which seemed to flow out of her limbs, and she had long forgotten everything.

She just quietly, gently tracing his eyebrows with her gaze, which were so picturesque that people couldn't take their eyes off. She stared at it, gradually becoming a little tired of appreciating beauty, and slowly fell asleep, and her breathing gradually stabilized.

At that moment, the man next to her opened his eyes. He didn't fall asleep just now, he just closed his eyes and meditated.

Therefore, she stared at herself, and he did not ignore that extremely hot gaze. He knew that if he opened his eyes, she would be embarrassed again.

So, for the sake of her emotions, he didn't open his eyes, and he was wondering why he was so different from her?

He looked at her carefully, his eyebrows slightly frowned, his nose delicate, and his lips full. She was lying on her side at the moment, her face facing him. Her hands folded beside the pillow, his pupils lit up, and his attention was drawn by the snow-white hands.

Looking in, he noticed the bracelet on her wrist. He reached out and gently lifted her sleeve, the bracelet completely exposed to his eyes.

It was a sterling silver bracelet with a pendant that resembled a bell. He unconsciously picked at the pendant on it, making a jingling sound that turned like her voice.

When he looked down, he noticed a scar under the bracelet, like a motionless worm. His eyes couldn't help but flash, his hand gently brushed the scars, but it was different from the skin around him, and he made a decision in his heart.

He withdrew his hand and stared at her quietly. I don't know how long it took, but he didn't feel sleepy.

So he got up and went to the window. He felt a little bored again, so he opened a thin slit.

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The candle had already burned for the most part, and the time had already passed quietly, and the weak flame was beating freely, and the wax was dripping little by little, and finally condensed together.

He came back to his senses, and all he could see was the man on the bed.

He sighed, and went to bed with a bone, he still lay down where he had been lying before, turned sideways, patted her back with his hand, and said in an extremely gentle tone, "Ah Yan, don't be afraid! ”