The night was getting deeper, He Xiyan still didn't fall asleep, she opened her eyes, and saw her familiar face beside her.

Jia Hang should have fallen asleep, and she could hear his even breathing.

She stretched out her right hand and landed lightly on Jia Hang's forehead. Fingers ran over his cheek, feeling the familiar touch on it, and she couldn't help but wake her nose.

"I'm sorry!" She whispered, and with that, two tears slipped down the corners of her eyes and dripped onto the white pillow.

Chen Jiahang moved suddenly, pulled a hand out of the quilt, and took the woman beside him into his arms.

"Rest well, Yan Yan." He said in a daze, and then closed his eyes again and fell into a deep sleep.

He Xiyan pillowed Jiahang's arm, the tip of her nose was full of her familiar and nostalgic breath, she put a hand on his neck, and her face was closer. At this moment, there was a sudden pain in her chest, as if something had been stripped of her.

She couldn't help but cover her eyes with her hands, and tears welled up in those eyes.

Sleepless nights.

The next morning, He Xiyan got up early, she made Jia Hang's favorite egg cake, and a bowl of beef noodles, as for herself, she just ate a small piece of bread, and a bottle of milk.

When Jia Hang got up, he smelled the fragrance of egg cakes, he quickly brushed his teeth and washed his face, and then came to the dining room.

"Yan Yan, thank you." Chen Jiahang said with a smile, feeling very sweet in his heart. This feeling of having someone make breakfast for him as soon as he gets up is particularly happy.

He Xiyan gently put his hand on Jiahang's shoulder and shook his head at him.

Needless to say, he has taken care of himself far more than he has taken care of him over the years.

"By the way, Yan Yan, you don't feel uncomfortable, do you?" Chen Jiahang asked with concern, remembering that Yan Yan was drenched in rain yesterday.

He Xiyan shook his head again. He's fine, her body won't catch a cold and fever after a little rain.

"That's good! Yan Yan, you have a good rest today, and I will take care of all the things in the store. In addition, I will buy some minced meat and green onions at noon, and we will make dumplings together. ”

Chen Jiahang said with a smile. Although his life with Yan Yan was plain, it was comfortable, and this comfort made him feel that he actually liked such a peaceful life.

He Xiyan nodded and said yes, but at this time, Chen Jiahang didn't notice the sadness and pain that flashed in her eyes.

After Chen Jiahang went out, He Xiyan came to the bedroom.

She walked over to a desk and pulled paper and pen out of a drawer. This paper and pen are things that Jia Hang often used before he regained his memory, and at that time Jia Hang had to communicate with himself through writing.

It's just that she didn't expect it, but now she uses paper and pen to communicate with him.

He Xiyan unfolded a piece of white paper, her face was a little pale, the hand holding the pen trembled slightly, and it took a while for the tip of the pen to touch the paper.

She bit her lip and bit hard, and the words she wrote were as crooked as those written by a first-grade elementary school student:

(Jia Hang, I'm Yan Yan, I'm sorry, some words can't be said in front of you in the end, because I'm afraid I won't be able to say it.)

In the past three years, I am very happy that God has let me meet you, and thank you for your continued care and concern for me.