Chapter Twenty-Three: She Is No More a Cloud
She could hear her own frantic heartbeat, nervous and worried, almost breaking her down. The hands tugged at the collar of the coat again, almost covering the entire face, leaving only two large frightened eyes.
The two of them had arrived in front of them in the blink of an eye, and what Yun Qilan didn't expect was that Xinghua'er actually had a flashlight. The moment the light shot out, Yun Qilan's face twitched, and her nervous heart almost flew out.
Xinghua'er was also startled, and the small and delicate flashlight almost fell to the ground. Although Yun Qilan covered her face, just two eyes were enough to make Xinghua'er blow her tongue out. She couldn't believe that there was a living person in front of her, and memories reminded her that that person had died ten years earlier.
"Sister Xinghua'er, you have this kind of lamp, why didn't you take it out earlier?"
"This is brought by the young master to a friend from abroad, it is very precious, and it was originally going to be used again tomorrow night."
Xinghua'er explained as she quickened her pace. Fortunately, she spoke and walked normally and did not collapse to the ground.
"Sister Xinghua'er, wait for me! What are you doing in such a hurry? ”
Another woman walked a few steps to catch up with Xinghua'er. Xinghua'er user's own cold hand grabbed one of his companion's hands and refused to let go tightly.
"Sister Xinghua'er, what's wrong with you? Where is it uncomfortable? Let's go back and find a doctor in town. ”
As the woman spoke, she pulled the apricot blossom and prepared to turn around and walk back.
"Don't! I'm not going back! ”
Xinghua'er was so emotional that she didn't dare to go back, or even take another look in that direction.
"Okay, okay, if you don't go, don't go. But you'll want to drink more hot water when you get home! ”
"I'm going to buy some more paper money for the young grandmother tomorrow, and I can't let her wander as a wandering ghost. I'll ...... tomorrow."
These two sentences, Xinghuaer repeated them all the way. Her companions, only when she was talking nonsense because of a fever.
Xinghua'er walked away, Yun Qilan slowly stood up, and she finally turned around to go back. When he walked to the east street of the town, he found Ling Haotian standing at the door of the clinic and looking around. She approached in three or two steps, but did not greet him.
"Yunduo, when you go out at night in the future, you must call me."
Yun Qilan raised her face and glanced at Ling Haotian's serious expression, feeling very puzzled.
"I'm just in the role of a bodyguard, as for where you go? I don't ask more. ”
Ling Haotian was also forced to say this out of helplessness, and from Fang Zhuo's appearance today, he was even more sure that Yun Qilan was no longer his cloud. She has completely changed her role in her heart, and what she misses most is the people and things of the Fang family.
Ling Haotian knew that instead of forcibly keeping her people, it was better to warm her heart and give her enough comfort and protection! Although he didn't know, was it the right thing to do? But he decided to do it anyway.
"Thank you."
Yun Qilan only said three words, and after speaking, she hurried to the backyard. When he entered his room, he bolted the door tightly.
Because she had no sleep, she felt that the night was so long, and she kept half-leaning on the head of the bed and closed her eyes slightly. The old past will inevitably resurface. The home that once gave her warmth, the person who gave her love, and the child who had to give up in infancy......
Finally staying up until dawn, Yun Qilan couldn't wait to rush out and came to the house in the front yard that was used as a clinic. Because she knew that Zi Yan still needed a drip, she had to wait, sit there and wait.
"Zi Yan is not here today."
Ling Haotian suddenly appeared behind her, and these words were like a bucket of ice water, poured directly on top of her head.