Then, put water into the pot, wash the pots and bowls, the pot was very hot, and when she passed the end, her hands were so hot that they immediately retracted.

It's really hot, Luo Xinhuan stared at her fingers, put her hand to her mouth and blew.

She turned around, just wanting to call Aunt Qiu to come here to help, but when she turned around, she saw the wall of flesh.

"Show me your hand." Song Rin pulled Luo Xinhuan's already burned fingers over.

"Does it hurt?" He asked bitterly.

Song Rin, who rarely walks into the kitchen and has never cooked, has finally discovered until now that cooking is never easy.

He took a closer look at Luo Xinhuan's injured fingers, her hands were indeed not so good-looking, there seemed to be some marks, and they felt slightly rough.

"What's everything here, Xinhuan, why do you have such marks on your hands?" Song Rin saw the scars on the back of Luo Xinhuan's hand, and there was some pain in his heart.

He could clearly tell that these should have been burned.

Because in his impression, Luo Xinhuan's hands have not been injured, why did they become like this?

Luo Xinhuan pulled back the hands that he was clenching tightly, and then put his hands behind his back.

Her eyes stared coldly at the ground, not wanting to give him an answer.

In fact, she knew it in her heart, and she didn't need to give him any answers.

All these scars were indeed scalded by the hot oil that splashed out of the stir-fry, so many scars, did he not notice until this moment?

Indeed, he could have observed with his heart, and he had not even looked at her closely, and every time he looked at her with a disdainful eye, how could that look notice that she had a wound on her hand.

"Hurry up and eat, the dishes are ready." Luo Xinhuan turned around.

At this moment, she was still hungry and panicked, and she really didn't have the strength to explain this to him, and she didn't need to explain too much about this kind of thing.

Her hands were burned, even if they were burned, they had no connection with Song Rin.

After eating, Luo Xinhuan opened the door and pointed to the sun in the sky, then turned around and stared at Song Rin lightly.

"You can leave, the weather is clear now."

There is not even a trace of emotion in the words, if a person is dead to another person, then even the hatred is gone, and of course, there is love.

Many things, even if she has questions, she doesn't want to ask Song Rin for answers, but the answers are no longer important to her.

Song Rin stood up lonely.

Slowly walked to the door, where Luo Xinhuan was staying, his slightly pale face was full of sunlight.

He turned his gaze to stare at Luo Xinhuan, and a feeling of almost collapse rose from the bottom of his heart.

Who can tell him how to deal with it, Xinhuan will not let him treat himself with such an attitude.

She looked at him with cold eyes.

"You can wear your trench coat and go, the temperature has not risen outside, and—don't show up again." Luo Xinhuan's face changed, and his eyes were pure, just like the large expanse of ice and snow outside.

All of this makes it a thing of the past, they will have a new way, the sun is always after the wind and rain, people's lives are like unpredictable weather, disasters are natural, and the sunny days after the disaster will come soon.

Song Rin shook his head and opened his eyes wide, even the pupils were getting bigger and bigger.

She stared at Luo Xinhuan closely, unwilling to believe that these words came from this person he loved so much.

Such a heartless statement?

"Xinhuan—tell me honestly, what do I need to do to get rid of your resentment?" Song Rin pleaded in a tone that was almost pleading, and he finally felt a sense of disappointment after being arrogant and arrogant.

"I don't hate you at all, I've forgotten everything." Luo Xinhuan leaned against the door, put her hands into her pockets, looked into the distance and said.

The outside was still covered in silver-white, but it was the purest color, just like her heart at the moment.

I just want a pure emotion for myself, a simple feeling of happiness, but all the happiness is something that Song Rin can't give.

"Even if it's for each other's future, is it okay to go back? For the sake of the emotions we once had, let's work together to create our own happiness and give our future children an environment where they can grow up happily, okay? Song Rin bit her lips.

At this moment, he didn't know what to say, so he had to put his future children first, at this time, no matter what he said, he wouldn't believe himself, when did this distrust appear between the two of them.

He knew he was wrong, and he would no longer turn a blind eye to the good things of his heart as before, and those indiscriminate women had disappeared from him.

Luo Xinhuan lowered her eyes, covered her abdomen with her hands, and the words she said were even more warm than the frozen ice outside.

"Song Rin, whether you accept the reality or not, my future will not belong to you, you should leave quickly."

She felt that she didn't want to explain all this too much, and in the future, Song Rin would understand all of this, and her future had nothing to do with him.

After Song Rin found Luo Xinhuan's traces, he actually came in the evening.

In order to prevent accidents, he also brought one of his subordinates, but the subordinate was at the door and did not come in.

His subordinate has a bold personality and the only solution to everything is to use his fists.

Song Rin felt that it was inappropriate, so he asked him to wait at the door.

Actually, Luo Xinhuan also wanted Song Rin to explain all this clearly after she came, but how could things go according to her own ideas, if they made a fuss at that time, this is what she doesn't want to see.

Song Rin slowly closed his eyes, his eyes full of helplessness and pain.

"Can I only say that time is the antidote to good work?"

He slowly pulled Xinhuan's hand up, due to the winter, Xinhuan was wearing a heavy cotton coat, so the sleeves blocked most of his palms, and he could only pull Xinhuan's fingertips.

"Everything will be clear to you later, so - you better get out of here, when everything gets better, all kinds of things will increase again, don't stay with me for so long.

Luo Xinhuan said lightly, her eyes changed in a sense of surprise, this tone was like giving advice to a friend.

Now the relationship with him is at most an ordinary friend, just an ordinary friend.

Thinking of this, Song Rin stood in place for a long time, his heart contracting violently, as if it was about to explode.

"Xinhuan—what do you want?" Fear spread, and he hugged Luo Xinhuan again.

Why is it said that the truth will be revealed as soon as the time comes, could it be that Xinhuan really doesn't belong to him?