Sanhi woke up suddenly.

Noisy.

It's noisy.

Outside, there was thunder and lightning, and it was pouring rain.

In the bedroom, Xiaoyi seemed to be frightened and was crying.

Sang Xi endured a severe headache and walked into the bedroom to pick up Xiaoyi.

"Good baby, mom is here."

"It's just raining, don't be afraid."

She tried her best to coax.

Suddenly, I remembered that the child should breastfeed, and my eyes were red with self-blame.

So he went into the kitchen with little intentions, boiled hot water, and made milk powder.

She had already trained her hands to do these things neatly.

……

Xiao Yi fell asleep in her arms.

Sanhi sat on the couch, listening to the sound of rain outside the window, recalling the dream he had just had.

However, I don't remember exactly.

She had a terrible headache and seemed to have forgotten something very important.

It seems that someone once said to her on a thunderstormy night like tonight that they would take care of her for the rest of their lives.

She was afraid of thunder, so the man held her tightly in his arms.

She was scared now, too, but the man who had promised him was gone.

She also has a little person in her arms that she wants to protect.

What should we remember him? The ethereal promise is still the back of the resolute departure.

Sanxi began to imagine, imagining what Xiaoyi would look like when he grew up.

Xiaoyi inherited all his advantages, good-looking Ruifeng eyes, upturned tails, high nose bridge, thin lips, and snow-white skin.

Oh yes, and tall guys.

What should she do in the future? Do you want to be a painter too? No, no, no, let's go learn to dance, Xiaoyi must like it.

Xiaoyi must look good when he dances, and he will definitely like Xiaoyi to dance.

If only he were still around.

It would be nice if the talk was still there.

The two of them watched their daughter grow up together, and they were so happy and happy, how good it was.

But he was gone.

Also on such a rainy night.

Sanxi chased him in the rain, but he couldn't catch up.

Not only did he cause her a serious illness, but he also nearly killed their daughter.

Sanxi hated him a little, but if he was willing to come back, she wouldn't blame him.

She firmly believed that she knew him, and that he must have some kind of trouble.

Sanxi thought so, leaning back on the sofa, sleepy and sleepy, she seemed to gradually lose the existence of the little meaning in her arms.

She wanted to grasp something, but she couldn't muster her strength.

Tired.

Tired like never before.

Dyspnea.

The eyelids are too heavy to lift.

It felt like someone was putting their hands over her eyes and wouldn't let her open them.

She heard the gentle voice again.

This time, she wanted to keep listening.