"Where did you go?" He hugged her, his voice hoarse, "I'm worried about you. ”

An Nian pursed her lips and lowered her eyes: "This pot of flowers is going to be watered to death by the rain." ”

Huo Junyuan found that she was holding a pot of unknown flowers in her hand, the golden petals were a little like sunflowers, but they were more delicate than sunflowers, and the petals had traces of being abused by heavy rain.

"Let's go back." He took the flower in his hand, and wrapped his other arm around An Nian, not minding her wet clothes at all.

The days continued calmly, under Huo Junyuan's meticulous care, An Nian's body improved day by day, and after the doctor did a comprehensive physical examination to confirm that she was fully recovered, An Nian was allowed to be discharged from the hospital.

"The house is next to the lake, nice environment, you must like it." Huo Junyuan sorted out the things in the ward, took a pink coat and draped it over her shoulders, "We'll stay here for a while, and we'll go back after a while." ”

Ji Xiaoyu said on the phone that Ji Meixin is not difficult to control, and the family is not very stable, and the current A city looks calm, and the actual undercurrent is surging.

An Nian said "um", and flicked the golden petals on the windowsill, since she moved back that day, she has been taking care of it, and now the flowers are blooming better and better.

"Let's take it back with us." Huo Junyuan smiled, his fingers on her shoulder.

An Nian's eyes flashed, and he finally didn't avoid it.

In the evening, Huo Junyuan drove An Nian away to the house he said.

It is indeed a very beautiful place, the afterglow of the setting sun spreads over the entire lake, and the orange and red are gorgeous with a bit of indescribable tragedy.

These days, An Nian enlightened herself over and over again, even if those things really happened, Huo Junyuan was still a child at that time, and she shouldn't be angry with him......

But thinking that her biological mother died so desolately, and she lived in the family for more than 20 years because of the death of her biological mother, she couldn't figure it out.

Every time she dreams back at midnight, her heart hurts like it was torn, she loves Huo Junyuan, but she doesn't know how to face him, if she can't get past the hurdle in her heart, what should she do, what should she and Huo Junyuan do?

After being discharged from the hospital, both of them tacitly did not mention the previous events, as if those things had never happened.

But how can her mother give her life, but she was killed by her husband's mother, so how can such a thing be so easy? She and Huo Jun didn't mention it because they didn't know how to face the facts and how to get along with each other.

She went to the bathroom to take a shower, and after sitting in the car for a while, she was a little tired, under the hot shower, she bit her fingers and slowly squatted down, her shoulders trembled uncontrollably, she didn't dare to think about the things in the notebook, unwilling to be separated by such a deep gully between her and him.

Sometimes, she even expected Huo Jun to come and ask her why she was silent, expecting him to deny what she was thinking.

She even thought she could believe it as long as he said no.

But he didn't...... She didn't even have a reason to lie to herself, those things were true, true.

"Knock-"

"Niannian?"

An Nian snorted, wiped his eyes indiscriminately, and cleared his throat: "What's the matter?" ”

"Is the water cold?" Huo Junyuan made a random excuse, he withdrew his finger and leaned against the wall next to the bathroom.

When he returned to the room and didn't see her, he was suddenly very nervous, knowing that she was in the bathroom, his hanging heart fell back into the distance.

An Nian pushed open the door and came out, his cheeks were red from the steam, making people want to reach out and touch it.

"I've set the temperature of the water." An Nian took half a step back and turned sideways.

Huo Junyuan pursed his lips, her hair brushing his fingers, wet.

Although no one said anything, something has changed invisibly.

When Huo Junyuan came out of the shower, An Nian had already dried her hair and was lying on the bed, her eyes were closed, her hands were on the quilt, and she was quiet as if she didn't exist.

He lifted the quilt and lay down beside her, tentatively reaching out to put his arm around her shoulder.

An Nian's body stiffened, biting her lip and not dodging.

Embracing the person into his arms again, Huo Junyuan sighed with satisfaction, and put his chin on the top of her head: "Nian Nian ......"

He called her name over and over again, and couldn't say anything else, and his heart couldn't stop hurting when he shouted.

With a click, the light dimmed, and there was only the sound of each other's breathing.

An Nian's ears were close to his chest, and he could clearly hear his heartbeat, strong and powerful, so familiar and kind.

But she had the urge to cry.

Huo Junyuan lowered his head and said softly, "Good night." ”

There was the sound of insects chirping outside the window, and the night was quieter.

An Nian bit her lip to prevent tears from falling, but her heart kept trembling secretly.