"Yes, sir."

Zhao Zhenshan's body was weak, and Murong Yan directly stopped her waist and picked her up.

Zhao Qishan let him hold him motionlessly, his eyes straightened.

Murong Yan sighed in his heart, carried her into the bedroom, and then laid her body flat on the bed.

"Shan'er, put down the things in your hand first and take a hot bath."

After a while, a servant came in and bowed, "Sir, the hot water is ready." ”

"Shan'er, be good, get up and ......"

Murong Yan lowered his voice and patiently coaxed her.

After a while, Zhao Qishan finally looked up at him, "Brother Murong ......"

There were tears in her eyes, and she looked as pitiful as she could.

It was so long before Murong Yan's cold and hard heart turned into a marshmallow, and it had been a long time since she had called him like this.

"Shan'er, what's wrong?"

"Mom and Dad, can you really find it?"

"I promise, I can." Murong Yan smiled and nodded, "Whatever you want, I'll bring it for you." ”

Zhao Qishan carefully raised the fragment in his hand, "...... Is this okay too? ”

Murong Yan hooked his lips and smiled, of course he could.

He reached out and took the pieces, but fortunately she didn't refuse.

Put those pieces on a plate and put them aside first, "Shan'er, you take a hot bath first, eat something, and then get some sleep, and when you wake up, you can see what you want, okay?" ”

Zhao Qishan lightly hooked the corners of his lips, "Hmm......"

Murong Yan opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but he didn't open his mouth after all.

Now there is no hurry......

When the maid finished her bath, the food was brought in.

It's just that Zhao Qishan doesn't have any appetite and can't eat anything at all.

Murong Yan didn't force her either, and helped her to the bed.

She couldn't sleep at all, and the thought of the raging fire made her heart hurt so much.

Hot tears poured down, nails pinched into palms, gritted teeth, and tried not to cry.

But the obviously trembling shoulders betrayed her emotions.

An arm wrapped around him, and his body was gently rolled over.

Murong Yan reached out to wipe the tears from her cheeks, and then propped one arm on the head of the bed, and the other arm naturally wrapped around her waist.

"Shan'er, cry if you want to, I'm here with you......"

If a man is considerate, it is undoubtedly the biggest tear gas weapon for Zhao Jishan at this time.

Burying his head in Murong Yan's arms, Zhao Zhenshan whimpered hysterically again.

She was helpless and dazed......

Now that his parents are gone, Chu Yu is also going to marry another woman.

She has no relatives in this world anymore, what should she do...... How to survive......

"Shan'er is good, good, sleep and everything will be better, good ...... Sleep ......."

The voice in her ears that reassured her, so low and beautiful, like the voice in the depths of her head over the years.

It's always like this, and it often rings in her ears.

Shan'er, Shan'er, Shan'er......

Zhao Zhenshan's memory suddenly returned to the summer when he was fifteen years old.

In the dream, a young man was smiling at her, and his smile was so gentle and charming, like a beautiful man who came out of a painting.

He said—

"My brother loves you, so he will naturally be good to you, and when you become my wife, I will be good to you for the rest of my life."

"Because Brother Murong likes you and loves you."

"Shanshan, I love you! I'm going to spoil you for the rest of my life! ”

"Shanshan, you must wait for me!"

"Shanshan, I'm coming back to pick you up."

"Shanshan, I'm your brother Murong, I'm back!"

Everything is as clear as it was yesterday......

"Brother Murong!" She let out a sudden exclamation and opened her eyes.

"Shan'er, I'm here!" Immediately, a voice came from beside him.

Zhao Zhenshan was stunned for a moment, and turned his head to look at Murong Yan.

He was also in the bedroom before she fell asleep, did he stay here all the time?

"Shan'er, what's wrong?"

Zhao Qishan gasped, stared at the ceiling with blank eyes, and said nothing.