"Jun-hee, have you eaten well? Your mother woke up, she said she had a headache, come and take a look......" Just as she was wondering why there was no news about the old man, Yang Hui's anxious voice sounded at the staircase.

"Okay, I'll come right over!" She folded up the newspaper, threw it in the trash, got up and walked upstairs.

"Mom...... What are you feeling unwell? Jian Junxi asked urgently as he walked into their bedroom.

"My head hurts, and I came back yesterday...... What happened? I can't remember it again......"

Lin Yiyi asked suspiciously while rubbing her head, Yang Hui's eyes flashed slightly, looked at Jian Junxi, got up and walked out the door.

Jian Junxi lowered her eyes, clenched her palms, and after sitting down on the edge of the bed, she put her left hand in her palm, and said in a dumb voice: "Mom...... Don't get excited, Mother Liu...... There's no going back......"

Lin Yiyi heard her hoarse voice and was slightly stunned: "What's wrong with your voice?" ”

"Maybe I ate spicy food yesterday, and I ...... on fire," Jian Junxi replied without blushing and heartbeat.

"Just now...... You said Liu's mother...... Did you find her? Lin Yiyi reacted at this time, immediately grabbed her hand, and asked excitedly with tears in her eyes.

"Hmm......" Jian Junxi had no choice, so he took her in his arms and repeated the matter again, Lin Yiyi broke down again, crying sadly......

It took her half a day to coax Lin Yiyi well, and in the afternoon, she accompanied Lin Yiyi to worship Liu's mother.

Considering her current body, Jian Junxi didn't do anything, as long as Lin Yiyi opened her eyes, she would stay by Lin Yiyi's side quietly.

It was only at night when Lin Yiyi fell asleep that she began to be busy with her own affairs, and in a blink of an eye, it was three days later......

Nangong Island

The morning sun slowly poked out half of its head from the east, and the fog was slowly fading, and the sky was blue and blue, and it was a good weather with a gentle breeze.

Nangong Jing painted all night in his bedroom, suddenly raised his eyes, his eyes were squinted slightly by the sun, his big hand blocked it, and he lowered his eyes to look at the two paintings he had spent.

The girl on the left, with a pair of large black-rimmed glasses on her petite face, and small eyes, has a coldness in her gaze that repels people from thousands of miles away.

He has a pointed nose, thin lips, and long black hair tied up high, and a very ordinary appearance, not beautiful, but his favorite...... This is Yang Feixue when she grows up.

This face of hers has been engraved in the deepest part of his memory, if he is curious about her, it is love at first sight, then he has liked her for ten years

From curiosity to liking to deep love, everything seems to have no reason and no feeling, as if it should be like this, he lives to wait for her to appear in his world, and then, fall in love with her......

The boy on the right, with a cold and beautiful face, sculpted facial features, is like the most perfect work of God, and has a pair of delicate silver-rimmed glasses under his thick eyebrows, but it is difficult to stop the brilliance of his eyes.

The combination of deep pupils and narrow corners of his eyes merges into a very beautiful style, especially in the painting, the corners of his eyes are slightly raised, adding a trace of demonic energy, as if confused

Just one glance is intoxicating, the high bridge of the nose, the red and thin lips, perfect...... It's really good-looking, the more you look closely, the more you can't help but be fascinated by him, it's so beautiful that it's suffocating, he is Jian Junxi.

He stared at the two paintings, saw God, and didn't understand why he was moved by the two of them. Even if you like good-looking people, you shouldn't covet @saliva a man......

(End of chapter)