The light in his eyes finally dissipated a little, and at this time, the woman in front of him was stained with a tear of blood on his heart.

A drop of cinnabar tears, it hurts when I think of it.

Not to mention digging it out alive.

With a bang, the door was finally shut, and the warm yellow lamp fell everywhere, except for the cup on the table.

A trace of tea fragrance is thick, but there is still only a taste of astringency.

Mu Tianen sat up, suddenly, she put her hand on her chest, very strange, how she was a little out of breath, even her lower abdomen hurt.

She hurriedly put her hand on her lower abdomen and stroked it gently again and again.

She habitually touched the position next to her, just to know if he had returned, or if he had come back while she was asleep, only to leave again.

It's obviously a bit of self-deception, but she still believes it a little, because she has a problem with her ears, she may not be able to hear, and she may also be poor hearing.

But the coldness of the tentacles made her blood seem to be cold.

She stood up, then opened the cupboard, took her bear out of it, and held it tightly in her arms.

This night seemed to be another sleepless night, she was almost open until dawn, but there was still no sleep, and the circle of marks on the fingers seemed to be getting lighter and fainter, but it was still inexplicably felt, the pain when she was pricked by a needle.

She sat up and touched the place next to her, but he still didn't come back.

Is it really so busy, so busy that you don't even have a phone call?

She walked out, then sat down at the table, picked up a tomato from the table, and ate it.

More sour than sweet, and when, the tomatoes that grow in the ground, are so unpalatable.

It was still sunny outside, but she was more partial, and the more she didn't like the weather.

And the minutes and seconds passed.

Maybe what she can't stop the most is the passage of time, from the beginning of the sun to the setting of the sun, only the pot of old mother soup in the pot can be regarded as retaining some time, of course, it is also condensed in the soup, and only when drinking these soups, will you understand what it means to have four or five hours?

There was a knock on the door outside, and Mu Tianen hurriedly came out of the kitchen, but what she felt was a slight mistake in the corner of her clothes, and then she staggered past her, and when she reacted again, she saw that Ling Ze had already changed into a piece of clothing, and was ready to go out again.

"Wait a minute."

Mu Tianen hurriedly called out to him.

"Do you have a problem?" Ling Ze turned around, and there was a little more complexity in those black eyes, but they all quickly disappeared.

Mu Tianen hurriedly came out of the kitchen, and she also brought a bowl of soup in her palm.

"I boiled the soup, you can drink some."

She stood in front of Ling Ze and also put the soup in front of him.

Ling Ze didn't move, not even a finger moved.

"What you like to drink the most," Mu Tianen lowered his hand again, but Ling Ze dodged it.

"I have something to do, so I'll go out first," he said in a quiet voice, his steps a little hurried, and maybe even impatient.

"Ling Ze, I ......"

Mu Tianen stepped forward, in fact, she wanted to tell him that she was pregnant, but when she chased her out, Ling Ze had already driven away.

Mu Tianen closed her eyes, this is the way back, and then she put the soup in front of her, and drank it one by one.

And then the whole room, there is still a faint scent of orange blossom.

It's fragrant but not annoying.

And where the hell had she ever smelled such a smell?

Ling Ze's body, why is there suddenly such a fragrance.

Even if he wanted to use perfume, he would not be able to use such a fragrance, because this fragrance is, a woman's fragrance.

Only when a woman sprays on her body can she dye incense.

Because everyone's scent is different, even if you use the same perfume, you won't end up smelling the same.

She just has some problems with her ears, but her sense of smell is fine, and even because of her bad ears, it seems to be better and more sensitive.

She went into the kitchen again, boiled herself a bowl of soup, and then leaned there and drank it, no matter how much soup she had, she only drank such a bowl, drank too much.

Stomach hurts.

Drink less.

But the heart hurts.

Her hours were in this bowl of soup, and her life for several hours was also in this bowl of soup.

The soup is rich and fragrant.

But when people go, the tea is cold.

And she has not had a chance to tell Ling Ze so far.

She placed her hand on her lower abdomen.

His presence......

What's more, she found that she didn't dare to say it anymore.

She raised her hand up, and also touched the marks of the ring, and her delicate brow twisted slightly.

The outside door was opened, Mu Tianen opened her eyes, only to find that it was already dawn, she seemed to have been a little reversed recently, sometimes she fell asleep when she waited, and forgot the time when she woke up, just like now, she clearly remembered that it was dark.

But the genius is bright, and you can even feel that clear warmth.

She placed her hand on her lower abdomen, a slight ache came from it, and she sat up carefully, the smell of orange blossom in the air.

This kind of incense is familiar to her now, although she still didn't think that who used to be on these incense? But because of the frequency of appearances, she didn't think of the past, but she remembered the present.

"Awake?"

Ling Ze has been standing here all along, and his tall body is also standing with his back to her, which even blocks a little bit of light here, and in an instant, even the warm air outside is blocked by him for a few points, which also makes the temperature of this house drop a few degrees for no reason.

Mu Tianen couldn't help but grasp the quilt on his body, and the joints of his fingers turned white again

"Mu Tianen, I have something to tell you."

"Wait until I go to the bathroom first."

Mu Tianen interrupted Ling Ze's words, put on his shoes, and ran into the bathroom.

With a thud, she closed the door, then pressed her back against the door behind her.

She closed her eyes, as if she was enduring something, and then she walked to the mirror, and also looked in the mirror, her face was almost colorless.

She turned on the faucet, took some water, washed her face, and then combed her hair slightly, now her hair was much better than before, even if she woke up again, it would never be ugly, and even messy didn't look like a chicken coop.