She burst into tears, clutched the old man's thin palm, and refused to let go. She didn't know if her grandfather heard her cry, he kept his eyes closed, she screamed so hoarse that he still lay still.

The doctor shook his head beside him.

Lan Yuanli's eyes were red, and he went to pull Lan Qingchuan's hand, trying to pull her up, but she couldn't move, she used enough strength, and she was obviously so thin.

"Get out, Kiyokawa."

She didn't listen, and she was extremely sad.

"I haven't said a word to him yet? Since I came back, Ah Gong has never woken up. What should I do, uncle? ”

"Kiyokawa." The man sighed and lowered the palm that was holding her.

Lan Qingchuan seems to have lost her soul, she has been closed in the manor for many days, and Fang Yuzhong has always been helping to manage the affairs of France. But he is Asian after all, and many places are restricted, and he still needs Lan Qingchuan to attend.

Ou Yanzhe has not seen the figure of Miss Lan family recently, and it is a little strange, only to know that the old gentleman of the Lan family is critically ill, and the Lan family's manor has fallen into a heavy depression. Lan Yuanli has too much work on his hands and went abroad a week ago.

So he found out in his conscience whether he was pressing a little tight.

The old housekeeper was silent, Ou Yanzhe rubbed his eyebrows and took a sip of tea. The Chinese tea was brewed at the wrong time, and he frowned.

Han Luochen's eyelids have been jumping again recently, he went to France, and found that the situation in the manor was simply too bad, compared to when he visited a while ago, it looked extremely low.

Lan Qingchuan has lost weight again, she is easy to lose weight, and as soon as she loses weight, it makes people's hearts hurt.

He said, "You have to keep everything in your heart? Why didn't you tell me? I'll help you share the burden. ”

She was wearing a cardigan, her long hair was scattered over her shoulders, and her eyes were red, as if she hadn't had a good rest in a long time.

"I'm too busy, I'm sorry, Han Luochen."

Her voice was so low and hoarse, it was no longer as clear and quiet as when we first met, and it was as good as it sounded. After the two reunited, he hadn't heard her voice for a long time, and probably couldn't come back.

He reached out to hug her, but she was stunned for a moment, didn't avoid it, let him hold it for a while, and then reached out and pushed away.

Her eyes were red, and Han Luochen had just seen her tears at the beginning, and she was suddenly blocked by her. She turned her head and said sorry.

"I'm also very uncomfortable, Qingchuan, you're like this." He wiped her tears, and his movements were soft and warm like never before. He said, "Don't be like this, what's the point of weeping with tears?" What about being seen? I just feel sorry for you. ”

"Han Luochen." She called his name, tears streaming down her eyes, but she didn't know what to say to him.

She wiped her tears with a tissue, her eyes were red and swollen, not so embarrassed and completely unimaged.

The grown young man sighed, hugged her thin body, and whispered in her ear, "Everything will be fine." ”

He said so firmly that there was no doubt that Lan Qingchuan looked at a painting on the wall on his shoulder, and for a long time, his gaze froze. She believed what he said, because if she didn't, she could break down at any moment.

After a few more days, Mr. Lan Zongrong slept quietly, forever. Lan Qingchuan howled and cried, desperately hugging his stiff body, it was so cold, she still clearly remembered how warm and powerful his hands were when he picked up the young her.

The people in the room pulled her and persuaded her, but she didn't listen to anything.

Fang Yuzhong stood outside the door, and as soon as he looked up, he saw Lan Yuanli, who had just returned from a foreign country. has been an opponent for many years, this man is noble-born, and he is always elegant and elegant, how can he have the haggard and tired he is now.

They glanced at each other, each withdrawing their gaze, cold and gloomy.

Now, that's all in the past.