The faucet on the washstand was turned on to the maximum.

Water poured out of the basin and flowed all over the ground.

And Bo Jinghan squatted in front of the washstand, on the water-soaked carpet, curled up like a small shrimp ball, his hands tightly covering his mouth, and crying silently.

Shanlai's eyes were covered with a thin layer of mist.

Two lines of tears blurred her vision, as well as her delicate eye makeup.

However, that little flower face did not reduce her elegance at all, but added a pitiful coquettishness.

and the stubbornness of silent tears, forming a strong contrast, impacting Chi Jun's vision.

For a moment, he strode in almost without thinking, slammed into his body, and hugged Bo Jinghan, who was surprised by his intrusion, into his arms tightly.

"Jing Han...... Jing Han ......"

He didn't know what to say, so he could only call the name over and over again, the name he had called countless times in his dreams, in his heart. The arms that clasped her tightly were even tighter and tighter, and I was afraid that if I let go of my hand a little, I would lose her again.

Especially when he first entered the door, she looked panicked and wanted to hide it, but she couldn't stop her tears, her heart ached, and her arms trembled slightly involuntarily.

Lost and regained, probably this is the mood, right?

No, at this moment, the feeling in his heart is more complicated than the loss and recovery.

After all, what he lost was not a beloved thing, but the closest person who was connected to him by blood!

Bo Jinghan, who was being held, had a sore heart, a sore nose, and sore eyes.

The tears couldn't stop pouring out, and they couldn't control it at all.

It seems that the person who cries is not her at all, but everyone she misses.

Over the years, she has been emotionally closed and not a crying person at all.

In Bo Junchen's words, it's not that she can't cry, but she has a hatred and guilt in her heart, and she feels that she has no qualifications to cry. Therefore, her tears were stained with the same smell of profit as the trades she came into contact with. If it is not for the needs of interests, she only sells laughter and skills, and will never sell tears.

But since returning to China, she has gradually opened up her feelings, and she seems to have become a crybaby.

Lu Yan was injured, and she cried.

When the cause of her mother's death was found, she cried.

Now that she has found Chi Jun, her long-lost brother, she ...... again

"Jing Han, after you returned to China, although I didn't have a chance to contact you, I have been paying attention to you. You on the screen, you in the magazine, you in the media, you in the banquet...... It seems that every one of you is wrapped in a cold light, glamorous and well-made. I said to myself, look, my sister, how beautiful, how perfect. But you like that, it makes me feel sorry......"

Stiffly hugged Bo Jinghan for a while, and Chi Jun, who was relieved, gently patted her trembling back, the movements were a little stiff, but it was the same as he had imagined.

Gently, slowly.

Once, again, and again, he comforted her.

Be as careful as a small baby.

And the deliberately suppressed voice, choked with a hint of choking, but forcibly endured the surging emotions in his chest, and used the smoothest voice he could make at the moment to tell what he was thinking in his heart: "I have investigated you in life. I thought you would be happier than me, but it turned out that our fate seemed to be drawn together by God at an early age. You in life are even more distressing than on the screen......".

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