Qi Weina listened to the slight sound of the door being slammed shut, and finally opened his eyes.

She stretched out the hand that had been kissed by him one by one from the quilt, looking at the place where he had kissed in a daze, the tips of each finger seemed to still have his warmth, she bent her fingers slightly, slowly sticking to the corners of her lips, her thumb rubbing her cheeks back and forth gently, and there were two traces of his tobacco smell on it.

Long Xiaohan, between us, if it didn't start like this, it would be great.

Qi Weina closed his eyes, tears slowly flowing out of the corners of his eyes. Almost curled up under the covers, she kissed her fingertips softly, letting the sheets under her cheeks wet with tears.

A nurse knocked on the door and came into the room to take her temperature. She shook her head in refusal, and the nurse tidied up and placed an unusually small incense burner on the bedside table.

"Miss Qi, this is a soothing incense, it helps to calm your nerves, you can sleep well. Your treatment is scheduled for tomorrow. You can have a good night's rest tonight, ring the bell if you need anything, we are always there. "When the nurse speaks, try to keep her voice to the lowest level, for fear of disturbing her.

Qi Weinai let out a soft "um". Didn't speak again.

When the nurse left and closed the door, Qi Weinan crawled out of the quilt.

After grinding in the bathroom for a long time, I couldn't see any traces of crying when I looked left and right in the mirror, and then I lay back on the bed.

Xu had a reason for soothing the incense, and this time, she quickly fell asleep.

Unbeknownst to her, as soon as she fell asleep, a figure pushed open the door of the ward and went straight to her bed.

Long Haohan sat in front of the bed and quietly looked at the sleeping person on the bed.

His mind reverted back to the day they met. To be exact, it was when she grew up and they met again.

He got the news and went to the hotel to find out the truth about his sister's death. The man died inexplicably, and he was about to leave, but she dared to get out of the box.

When his sister died like that, he always suspected that she was killed by mistake, he didn't want to kill innocents indiscriminately, the gun in his hand, after all, was put down because of her frightened eyes, but he didn't expect him to let her go on the front foot, and when he turned her head, she bumped into himself again.

Now that I think about it, in fact, at that time, he was interested in her, right? Otherwise, how could he let her get closer? He is cold, how can ordinary people approach casually?

But not only did he not stop her, but he also allowed her to be a demon on himself.

Later, he saw with his own eyes that the pattern on her earlobe was clearly visible in front of his eyes, and if one second he still had some kind of interest in her as a man and a woman, the next second, he began to doubt her purpose.

After all, the time, the place, and the pattern that suddenly appeared on her earlobes all showed that it was a conspiracy.

Since it was a plot that the enemy deliberately put forward for him, of course he didn't mind playing with them.

He thought she would appear soon, who knows, he stayed in City C and waited for a week, and she didn't appear in front of him, he couldn't wait for people, he lost patience, so he ordered people to search the whole city, but she seemed to have evaporated from the world.

What was his mood at that time? Well, a little disappointed.

Later, when he returned to City A, he unexpectedly met her in a restaurant who didn't use powder. The mood at that time was indescribably complicated. He hoped that she was not coming for him, and that she was here for herself.

He couldn't help but step forward to test it, and then, like a frightened rabbit, she fled in panic.

From that moment on, he had made up his mind that he would keep her no matter what purpose she approached him.

After all, she was the first woman to successfully get his attention.