She could have imagined how gloomy the room could be during the day.

Do you live in this kind of room for three years?

She sighed lowly. Really, when I think about it, I feel that this guy has been too hard in the past three years, no wonder he is sick.

Fu Tingyuan walked over, pulled out a drawer from the dresser, and took out the contents inside.

A pair of rings, a rose cuff.

Luo Nanchu walked over and took a look.

"It's all something you left me." He stretched out his hand and took out the pair of rings and put them in the palm of his hand, "I have always cherished them. ”

A small silver ring, glowing faintly in the palm of his hand. Luo Nanchu raised his head and looked at him a little blankly, and then seemed to think of something, stunned for a moment.

She suddenly remembered that when she re-met Fu Tingyuan at that time, he had been wearing a wedding ring on his ring finger. It's just that later, I don't know when, he suddenly stopped wearing it.

When she bought the ring, she just bought a pair at random, plus each of these bare wedding rings looked similar, she didn't even see that the ring on Fu Tingyuan's hand was the pair she bought at the beginning.

Have you always treasured the relics she left behind, and lived in such a dreary room for three years?

She remembers exactly how they were when she was in a car accident.

So she didn't dare to think about what kind of mood Fu Tingyuan had been lying on this bed for the past three years, looking at the relics she had left behind.

It must have been a feeling of despair that was worse than death.

Luo Nanchu grabbed the ring and said to Fu Tingyuan, "It's all lost." ”

“……”

"These things are old, they are all lost. There will be new ones later. ”

Fu Tingyuan stood in front of her, his eyes were dark, and when he heard the words, he lowered his eyes and smiled softly, raised his hand and stroked the top of her hair: "Well, there will be new ones." "She's back.

Luo Nanchu threw all the old things in the room out.

It's just that when she was changing the sheets and pillowcases, she turned something strange out of the side of the pillow.

She picked up the small piece of fabric, turned her head to Fu Tingyuan and said, "How can this be on the bed?" ”

Fu Tingyuan looked at the small cloth in her hand, and was rarely silent for a moment, as if she was organizing language.

After a while, he said, "I've been suffering from severe insomnia for the past three years. ”

"Only your scent can keep me asleep."

"At first, it was all your old clothes. Then the smell on your clothes dissipated and cleaned......"

“……”

"Fu Tingyuan, you ......" Luo Nanchu threw the small underwear in his hand towards Fu Tingyuan, and his face turned red involuntarily, "You dead pervert!! ”

Thinking of Fu Tingyuan holding her panties...... Luo Nan was a little embarrassed at the beginning. God, how can there be a pervert like Fu Tingyuan in this world?!

Fu Tingyuan looked like he had no problem, without her shame at all, he piled up all those old things outside the door, changed into new sheets and pillowcases, opened the curtains again, sat on the bed and stretched out his hand to her: "Come here." ”

"Don't. You pervert. ”

Fu Tingyuan narrowed his eyes slightly: "Huh? ”

Luo Nanchu's face was still red, he took a step back, and snorted softly with a pink face: "I won't sleep with you tonight." ”

She turned around and ran out, but was stopped by Fu Tingyuan and hugged back and pressed on the bed, "Keep scolding me for being perverted, I don't change my pervert to show you, am I sorry for you?" ”