When Qingqian woke up, he was in front of a strange room.

The room was dim and only one lamp was lit. An elegant woman was sitting on the edge of the bed, smiling at herself.

"You're awake! The wet suit went out for a while, and it is estimated that it will be back soon. The woman's smile made Qingqian feel relieved for no reason.

"...... you?" Qing Qian wanted to ask something, but his throat was very dry and his voice was hoarse.

"Your mouth is dry! Come, drink some water. He Xinwan quickly turned around and poured water for Qingqian. Qingqian drank a few sips of water, felt much more comfortable, and talked to He Xinwan. Qingqian had just woken up, his head was still dizzy, and he was in a trance, most of them were He Xinwan talking, and Qingqian was listening.

"Your surname is Yan? You're a friend of the wet suit, right? ”

"Well, husband...... People, I'm ...... Called Yan Qingqian" said these words, Qingqian already felt very difficult.

"It's a nice name, and it's also well-behaved." He Xinwan carefully helped Qingqian snuggle up to the corner.

"I'm the mother of wet clothes." Qingqian vaguely felt that when He Xinwan said this, she was a little hesitant, and seemed to be a little happy. Qing Qian was already faintly dizzy, but he still tried his best to open his eyes wide, and echoed the woman's words in a timely manner.

"You sleep well, I'll go see if the medicine is ready?" He Xinwan saw that she seemed to want to rest, so she was ready to get up.

"You...... Can you talk to me for a while? "Perhaps, it's been a long time since I've seen such a gentle person as He Xinwan. It's like meeting my mother. In this long winter night, I really want her to be by my side.

"Okay." He Xinwan lovingly brushed the hair on her shallow cheeks, and the action of ironing warmed her heart. Qingqian seemed to have returned to her childhood, and the nurse at home would tell her stories and coax her to sleep every night before going to bed.

The sound of a knock on the door was urgent and chaotic. The visitor seemed to be unable to wait for the person in the room to open the door, and the door was pushed open with a "bang".

"You get out." He Shiyi's voice was visibly furious.

Qingqian wanted to see the appearance of He Shiyi, but his eyelids were heavy, but he couldn't open them.

"What's wrong with you?" The light in the room was not very bright, He Xinwan looked at He Wet clothes in the backlight, pursed her lips, and her face was cold. On the army's green uniform, there is snow that has not been cleared up.

"She's burned to something, and you're still pestering to talk to her." Qing Qian felt a cold hand and put it on his forehead. Overhead, there was a voice that was colder than He Shiyi's hands.

"You, like Luo Rongkai, are selfish people." A gust of cold wind, Qing Qianjue's body was wrapped in a quilt and lifted up in the air. The person holding her body was trembling slightly.

"It's so late, you're going to take her there. Wet suits! Madame seemed to be still saying something, and Qing Qian had already entered a dark and sweet dream.

"Wet clothes, don't do this, Miss Yan's body will not be able to stand it." He Xinwan had already begun to plead.

"If you don't leave now, are you waiting for Commander Luo to kill her?" He wet clothes were full of sarcasm.

"Wet clothes, you put down Miss Yan first, she will be sicker like this. I assure you, there will never be a day like that. He Xinwan almost forcibly pulled He Wet's clothes to prevent him from going out.

There was such a big movement upstairs that a large group of maids and servants did not dare to go upstairs. Only Wu Wu and He Xinwan's personal maid Aunt Zhuang hurried up when they heard the news.

"Major He, ...... you" Wu Wu, who didn't know the situation, stood at the door, not stopping it, not stopping it. I saw that He wet clothes in front of him were covered with wet stains, his clothes were messy, and his eyes were full of murderous energy.

"Young master, if you make such a fuss, I'm afraid that Miss Yan won't be able to stand it. You look at her face. Zhuang Xiaoxian didn't persuade He to wet clothes, but just went over to support He Xinwan.

He Shiyi looked down at Qing's shallow face, and it was indeed getting more and more red. After a pause, he had to quickly put Qing Qian back on the bed. After Aunt Zhuang fed Qingqian and drank the medicine, she went downstairs with Wu Wu. Only the sleeping shallow was left in the room, staring blankly at the shallow He wet clothes, and He Xinwan who was secretly crying.

"We'll move out tomorrow." He wet clothes don't look at He Xinwan.

"Wet suits, what's going on? What difficulties have you encountered? I gave birth to you so old that I didn't do anything for you. You just take pity on me, you tell me, let me help you once? He Xinwan's tone was so low, almost down to the dust, almost pleading.

In He Shiyi's mind, the events on the dock appeared in front of him one by one. Actually, it was only two or three hours ago. However, how can I think that it has happened for a long, long time.

It was so long that he wanted to forget. He, who had never been a good man, suddenly had evil thoughts in his heart.

"Can you help me? So, I want you not to be with Luo Rongkai for the rest of your life, can you promise me? He Shiyi said such things, with a sneer on the corner of his mouth.

"Okay, I promise you..." He Xinwan listened to such a request, and she shuddered. However, when I looked up, I saw a slight sneer on the corner of He Shiyi's mouth, so strange. She agreed without hesitation, if she needed to choose between wet clothes and Luo Rongkai in the remaining months, then she chose wet clothes. After all, she owes it to wet clothes.

"You don't have to say yes in such a hurry, I'm just joking with you. How did you ruin your good marriage? He Shiyi still had a shallow smile on the corner of his mouth, but his eyes were not clear, and he seemed to be covered with a faint turbidity.

"No, I'm not perfunctory to you, I'll pack my things tomorrow, and we'll go back to Linjiang tomorrow." He Xinwan was afraid to look at He Wet clothes who sneered like that.

He Shiyi looked at his panicked mother in front of him, and his eyes gradually softened.

In my impression, my mother is such a resolute and self-controlled person, and her heart is full of hatred, which forced her to such a situation. She was so desperate to ask for her forgiveness, so where was the forgiveness he wanted?

He didn't even have that chance!

Look at the face that is close at hand. Such a small face, nested in the red quilt, I don't know if the color of the quilt is red, or her face is redder. Looking at it, a huge sadness came to his face, and the whole person seemed to be drained of his energy, and suddenly lost his strength and sat down on the edge of the bed. He Xinwan didn't know when, but she had slowly paced to He Shiyi's side. He Shiyi buried his head in He Xinwan's arms.

"I hate." The sound was not loud, but He Xinwan heard it. Then, there was a long silence. He Xinwan gently brushed He Shiyi's hair over and over again, feeling that the force leaning on her body was getting heavier and heavier, and gently pulled He Shiyi's clothes, and He Shiyi's whole person fell to the side of the bed. Under the bright light, the pale face and thin lips are tightly closed.

A sense of fear rose from He Xinwan's heart.