Lan Qingchuan had just woken up, and there was millet porridge boiling in the kitchen. The butler took him up, she had just rinsed her mouth, leaned lightly on the head of the bed, wearing pajamas with light patterns, a homely cashmere jacket over it, her hair scattered behind her shoulders, and silently flipped through a book in her hand.

She didn't expect him to come, during this time, he seemed to have evaporated from the world and never came.

The two looked at each other, and Han Luochen smiled at her gently, this smile had no meaning in it, it was a little pale and gloomy.

"How's your body?" He hoarsely voiced, and he was afraid of arguing with her, so he tried to keep his voice as low as possible.

Lan Qingchuan nodded and frowned, "How are you?" The voice was hoarse like this. ”

The sunlight in her room was so white and transparent that she was completely white. Han Luochen couldn't see her appearance clearly, and after taking a few steps forward, there was a grapefruit incense on the tip of his nose, and there was a shallow smell of medicine in it.

He stood at the head of the bed and looked at her carefully. The bandage on her head had just been removed, and the wound on her forehead had not yet healed, and there were shallow marks. Nothing else is fine, but I can't see any bruises. His gaze hit her right arm, and the cast was still hanging, looking very inconvenient. "Does it still hurt?" He pointed to her arm, a heart that he couldn't put down, "And the ankle, let me see it too." At this time, the housekeeper happened to come in to deliver breakfast, her eyes were strange and defensive, "That's not good, Young Master Han." ”

No one knew about his anxiety and worry, and he suppressed it for a long time, but he couldn't help but come over to look at her.

"I'm fine. The arm fracture is not too severe, and the doctor said it should heal in about two or three weeks. She saw that he was wearing a mask and remained silent, but her eyes were sad, "What about the leg injury?" ”

"Because the injury is in the ankle, the healing time is relatively long, and the recuperation is about half a year." His eyebrows were lowered, and there was no sparkle in his eyes. It's not at all like the Han Luochen you see on weekdays.

She heard him lower his voice and say, "I'm sorry. Other than that, he couldn't think of anything to say to her.

"It's not your fault, no one expected it, did it? You don't have to blame yourself. His appearance was so strange that Lan Qingchuan couldn't see his face and expression under the mask, so he couldn't help but wonder, "What's wrong with you?" ”

The tall boy, out of place, stood in a spacious and bright room. The sun shone in and fell on his handsome brow, and he narrowed his eyes slightly.

"It's okay if you're okay, get some rest." He took one last look at her, and walked slowly towards the door, looking a little resolute, but his back was extremely stiff.

"Han Luochen." She shouted, and saw him pause. "Auntie, you go out first, and I'll talk to him again." The butler put down his breakfast and hesitated slightly, "This porridge should be eaten while it is hot, miss." ”

She nodded, feeling that something had to be said to him clearly, and the boy seemed to have lost his usual light all of a sudden, gloomy and silent.

She turned her head to look at him, "You come here." I have something to say. ”

He seemed to want to turn back, but he would eventually walk out, his figure was so fast, Lan Qingchuan didn't even see his side face.

"You don't have to worry about me, Lan Qingchuan. I'll come back to see you next time. He left such a bland and detached sentence that slowly dissipated in the air. Lan Qingchuan had a feeling that he couldn't see him.

He stepped out of the gate of her villa and walked slowly in his pockets. In winter, it is quiet and depressed, and the white light of the sun flickers on the branches, so bright, but there is not a single cherry blossom in sight.