Leng Yan still remembers the day he first met Xia Xingchen.

It was a hot and dreary summer day, and 11-year-old Xia Xingchen was wearing a sky blue dress, and his short ear-length hair was fluffy, like a breeze blowing across his face and into his heart.

She was led by Xia Yiqiu, who was wearing a floral suit, and Xia Yiqiu pulled her hand and asked her to call people.

She bit her lip and reluctantly called out hello to her brother.

When did you start caring about her?

Maybe it was from the time when he couldn't stop wanting to go up and touch her plush, maybe it was when he turned his back on Leng Shen and Xia Yiqiu and told her to drag the oil bottle, she was so angry that she didn't dare to open her mouth to talk back, and stared at him with a puffed face.

Or perhaps, from the night he climbed down the big tree into her room, because someone other than him secretly told her to drag the oil bottle, and when he climbed into the window, she sat on the edge of the bed, her little shoulders twitching incessantly, and she was a coward who did not dare to cry. He saw that he was in a god, and knocked over a turnable pencil planer that Leng Shen had given her. She lifted her face to look at him, her face was full of tears, and her tearful eyes looked at him, and they were shining.

That light flickered and flickered, just like that, and it couldn't be hidden anymore.

When Leng Yan raced all the way to Nantang, those eyes looked at him like this, but that face was no longer that face.

And those identical eyes no longer seemed to have a different light from others, but they were all gray but still pierced his eyes and stung him.

She sat silently at the coffee table, one hand resting on her bent knee and the other clutching the white landline.

Leng Yan felt like his feet were filled with lead, and it became difficult to even take a step, and he came to her side step by step and squatted in front of her.

He reached out tremblingly, then put his hand over her eyes, "Don't be afraid, Xingchen. ”

Xia Xingchen felt the coldness between her fingers from her eyelids, and the coldness spread to her heart, bringing warmth like the sun.

Late at night, a warm yellow wall lamp lights up in the attic.

"Nope! No! ”

"Bai Ze, I beg you! I beg you! ”

Moist tears flowed from the corners of Xia Xingchen's eyes, and the words of pain were like sharp bayonets, slashing through the cold heart one by one.

Cold hands grasped her hand, her brows furrowed tightly in her sleep, her forehead was covered with cold sweat, she screamed, begged for mercy, and cried more bitterly than the other.

"Xingchen, it's me. Don't be afraid. Stars. His voice woke up Xia Xingchen, who had fallen into a nightmare.

Xia Xingchen looked at him steadily, then sat up crying, jumped off the bed, and saw that he was about to climb down from the wooden fence on the second floor.

Standing up coldly, he hugged her tightly from behind, not letting her move at all, his tone was tense and angry, "Xia Xingchen! ”

She gradually lost all strength under his confinement, and the whole body collapsed in his arms, and then she began to cry.

She is no longer Xia Xingchen, how can she still be Xia Xingchen, Bai Ze's night was a lingering nightmare for her, but how could she sue sù, how could she sue him!!

How the hell could she stay by her side with this nightmare?

Brother, you sue me, what the hell am I going to do?! ――

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