Listening to Ning Yuqian's low apology, leaning his head on his chest, feeling his slightly faster heartbeat, the warmth in his arms at this moment made her nostalgic, but she turned to think of the scene in the living room, but she couldn't even breathe

"Brother Yuqian, I'm sleepy and want to rest"

Ling Zishan's words were like gossamer, but they were like ice arrows in the cold wind, deeply piercing Ning Yuqian's heart

The heart is like ice shattering at this moment, and the blood is like being frozen at this moment

Although I still wanted to hug her, I had to let go

Just because

Some injuries can not be erased by a gentle apology

Therefore, even if you are unwilling, you can only leave

The night was deep, and the cold wind outside the window was cold, just like Ning Yuqian's mood at the moment, he stiffened and left Ling Zishan's room

Ning Xuan, Ning Yubai and Ning Yuhan had been waiting outside the door, and the moment the door opened, three pairs of eyes full of worry and apology fell on Ning Yuqian's body together

"Big brother" Ning Xuan stepped forward quickly, asking in a low voice, with a bright color of hope in his eyes, "How is Shanshan?"

"I'm tired, I want to rest" Ning Yuqian relayed Ling Zishan's words expressionlessly, but those eyes were like a cloudy sky that had lost its sunshine, gloomy and dark and lost all its light

"It's over" Ning Xuan's eyes also dimmed, and even the faces of Ning Yubai and Ning Yuhan sank

"Let's go back and rest first"

"Good"

The three of them left, and the cold of the night remained

The heart sank to the bottom at this moment

Feelings can gradually become deeper when they get along day and night, but if they lose, they only need the opportunity of one thing, and they may return to strangeness with each other

In the cold night, on the balcony of the Ning family's old house, there was a slender figure standing on the back, holding a cigarette that was about to burn out, and the fire of the cigarette butt flashed in the darkness of the night, adding a lot of loneliness to this back, and the faint light of the living room behind it shone on the back, making it even more lonely

Since leaving Ling Zishan's room, Ning Yuqian has been standing on the balcony, and beside him is a cigarette butt

Opened her eyes slightly, the dryness of her throat made Ling Zishan have to stand up from sleep, her dizziness seemed to fall down at any time, her hand gently stroked her forehead, and the slightly hot temperature made Ling Zishan shake her head slightly, she had a cold and a low-grade fever

It's really a house leak that happened to rain overnight

Holding on to the discomfort of the body, he came to the living room to find some fever medicine and drink some warm water to lower his body temperature, but he saw the back on the balcony through the window of the living room

In the cold night, the cold wind blew coldly, cold to the bone, the man's hair was stirring in the wind, and his back was lonely and helpless

This kind of Ning Yuqian has never been seen by Ling Zishan, he has always been in front of her, like a solid mountain that will not collapse, and beautiful scenes from the past come to mind

Those gentleness, those care, and those companionship, turned into feathers at this moment, gently stirring her heart, and in an instant, the sadness and heartache in her heart turned into water, flowing quietly without leaving a trace

He shook his head slightly, as if he was secretly mocking his own infirmity

Ling Zishan walked lightly through the living room and came to the balcony

Ning Yuqian, who was about to light a cigarette again, suddenly felt a warm embrace hugging his waist from behind, and when he looked down, he saw a pair of white little hands in front of his waist, and when he turned his head to look, he could only see a hairy head, but the familiar breath was engraved in the depths of his soul

"Why haven't you slept so late?"

Listening to Ning Yuqian's gentle voice as usual, somehow, her eyes began to fog, and tears overflowed uncontrollably, slipped down, and finally seeped into the sweater behind Ning Yuqian's back

The wind blew, and the tear-stained little face was cold, but the heart was warm

Suddenly understood

Something

It doesn't have to be serious