When she got home, Yan Qing was ready to turn on the lights.

Yishu grabbed his hand and said the first sentence since we met tonight:

"Can you... Don't turn on the lights. ”

She hung her head, and her voice was soft and hoarse.

Yan Qing's fingers on the switch slowly drooped, holding her hand and leading her in.

Yi Shu went back to the bedroom and opened the drawer and rummaged through it.

Yan Qing brought an ice pack from the kitchen, and as soon as he entered the bedroom, he saw that the storage box was turned into a mess.

He knew what she was looking for.

When she is anxious or depressed, she wants to smoke to relieve stress.

At this moment, she probably forgot to make a commitment to quit smoking.

The white sheer curtains were wide open, and the moonlight poured onto the wooden floor.

With Shu's back against the end of the bed, the whole person sat with his legs curled, his chin resting on his knees and staring out the window in a daze.

Yan Qing squatted next to her, holding an ice pack in one hand and pulling a small blanket on the bed to cover her legs with the other.

Her long eyelashes blinked, and there was a chill on her red and swollen cheeks.

She tilted her head, and the two looked at each other.

Yan Qing said softly:

"Wanwan, there's nothing wrong with legitimate defense, and there's nothing wrong with you protecting your friends. I am relieved and proud of you for being able to protect yourself from injury in the face of danger. ”

In the dark, his eyes seemed to be extraordinarily bright.

Her parents accused her of fighting wrongly without asking for a reason, and the first thing that came to mind was to lose their face.

Didn't care if she was hurt or not.

The moment she suffered the slap from her mother, her mind was completely empty.

By the moonlight, Yi Shu could see the small mole at the end of his eye.

She remembered that in the chat not long ago, he asked herself, who is the lamp now?

The reason was that he learned that she had used Gu Qishan as a light to illuminate the long road of darkness.

So he asked her, who is the lamp now?

She replied to Yan Qing that it was herself.

There was still half a sentence in the end, but she didn't say it.

I am my own lamp, and you are the one who lights the light.

The cold wind slapped on the window, and Yi Shu first looked away: "It seems that it is snowing." ”

In the dark, her voice was very soft, very soft.

Yan Qing followed her gaze and landed outside the window: "Well, it's snowing." ”

Yi Shu watched him close the window: "The snow in Nanyu came so late this year..."

He has been abroad for many years, and he doesn't quite remember when it snowed in Nanyu before.

He sat back down beside her and continued to help her with the ice: "Was it early in previous years?" ”

Yi Shu nodded lightly: "It will probably snow lightly in early November." This year's snow is late and heavy, and it is estimated that it will overwhelm many dead branches. ”

Yan Qing focused on her cheek: "Is it better?" ”

The corners of his lips were slightly raised: "It doesn't hurt." ”

As soon as the words fell, she fell into the warm embrace.

Ice packs fell onto the blankets.

His warm breath hit his ears: "Wanwan, tomorrow the sun rises, the snow will melt." After surviving the winter, the dead branches will come to life in the following spring. ”

Yi Shu hung his hands on his sides, clutching the blanket tightly, restraining the thought of hugging him back.

She asked uncertainly, "Will it be sunny tomorrow?" ”

"Yes."

Yan Qing responded firmly.

Her grip on the blanket was slowly loosening.

She slowly pushed Yan Qing away and looked him directly into the eyes in the dark: "I want to turn on the light." ”

For the first time, she didn't shy away from taking the deep affection in his eyes.

Yan Qing's fingers gently stroked her cheek: "Okay, I'll turn on the light." ”

He went to get the medicine and a towel, and watched her eat it before going back to his bedroom.

At night, it wasn't a good night's sleep, but fortunately there were no nightmares.

The next morning, she woke up and pulled the curtains first.

The snow stopped, and the window was covered in snow.

Under the warm sun, the snow on the branches of the trees melts at an extremely slow rate.

But it will eventually melt, and the dead wood will come to spring.

She opened the bedroom door and met Yan Qing, who was about to knock on the door.

She smiled at Yan Qing: "Doctor Yan, the sun is out." ”