At this time, at the end of a prosperous marriage proposal here, it was so calm in Mo Yan'an's apartment that even the sound of a small sewing needle falling could be heard.

Mo Yan'an finally put Tong Le to sleep, and was sitting next to her at this time, watching her sleep quietly.

And Tong Le's sleep doesn't seem to be good at all, and even when he falls asleep, he still frowns tightly.

Mo Yan'an gently took her hand, and there was a light glide on the back of her hand, which slightly soothed the wrinkles between her eyebrows.

For Mo Yan'an, the current feeling is particularly unreal, this feeling of loss and recovery always makes him feel that he may lose it easily at any time, and even if he wants to hold on tightly, he is powerless.

But the reality in front of him is that Tong Le has appeared in front of him, and she is not dead, and she is still alive.

I don't know when Mo Yan'an's hand touched the callus in Tong Le's palm, he carefully turned her hand around, and when the palm was in front of him, he found that Tong Le's palm was not only calloused, but also had many small scratches, which looked like the scars left by just recovering.

The tip of his nose suddenly became a little sour, and he didn't know what happened to Tong Le over the years, and he would inevitably cause speculation.

It must be a very serious disaster to make a girl's hands full of scars, which is more than a decade older than her own hands.

He gently moved his eyes to Tong Le's face, and it seemed that even the sharpness of his eyes was afraid of disturbing her sleeping her.

The scar on Tong Le's face was not big, but it was not to the point where people could not pay attention to it, and Mo Yan'an felt a little shocked.

I don't know how long Mo Yan'an guessed Tong Le's experience in his heart, before he suddenly thought of something and stretched out his hand to a small wooden cabinet beside him.

The cabinet was divided into upper and lower floors, the upper floor was locked, and the lower floor generally stored some useful information on his own medicine and documents in his daily life.

But no one knew that there was only one thing in the locked cabinet on the upper floor, and he quietly took out the key, unscrewed the lock, and the drawer popped out automatically the moment it was opened.

Inside, it was a very small wooden box, and Mo Yan'an took out this small box from it, which was a gift he had prepared for many years.

Unfortunately, he bought it after he mistakenly thought Tong Le had died, but no matter when he bought the ring, its owner has never changed.

Mo Yan'an opened the ring box, he knew that Yu Moqin was proposing today, and he suddenly fell into deep thought when he looked at this small box.

He didn't know what kind of way he should bring Tong Le, and even Mo Yan'an knew very well that Tong Le was unwilling to return to him at all.

So he thought that he still couldn't rush it, and his slender hand quietly took out the delicately crafted ring inside.

This ring is made according to the size of Tong Le's finger, and he quietly gestures on Tong Le's finger, and every movement reveals his caution.

After so many years, no matter how Tong Le's hands have changed, she is still so thin.

But in comparison, Tong Le was indeed a lot thinner than before, so when Mo Yan'an quietly put the ring on her ring finger, it was a full circle out.

Mo Yan'an didn't know what he felt, he was a little sad, and in the end he silently took off the ring.