After coming back from the town, Chen was very busy, and it was not easy for such a big boss to free up this time, but fortunately, with Feng Shuo, a capable special assistant, it also saved him a lot of worry.

It's just that there are still a lot of things that he needs to make in person, so as soon as he came back, he added several days of shifts.

However, no matter how late he worked overtime, he would always go home.

On this day, Chen came back from the party, and the warm light was turned on in the hallway, which she left for him, and she has kept this habit since she moved in.

In this huge city, there is a lamp reserved for him.

The bedroom door was unlocked, and he walked to the bedside, and the faint bedside lamp reflected her quiet sleeping face, which was amazingly beautiful.

He had a cool air on his body, so he was reluctant to touch her, and looked at her quietly for a few minutes before reluctantly going to the bathroom.

When he was washed and warmed up, he lifted the quilt and gently hugged her into his arms.

"Brother~"

She sleepily found a comfortable place in his arms and snorted.

"It's me, sleep."

Chen patted her on the back and coaxed her to sleep.

At night, Jiang Yan didn't sleep very well, always dreaming, dreaming that she and Chen Zhi parted ways, he looked at her with strange and detached eyes, and passed by her under the embrace of a group of people.

She felt uncomfortable and wanted to call him, but she couldn't say a word, only her heart seemed to be crushed by a stone.

What made her even more sad was that she knew that these were not dreams, but actually things she had experienced in her previous life.

Until she woke up sweating profusely and looked at the familiar bedroom, the dim bedside lamp allowed her to see clearly that the place around her was empty, and there was no familiar person.

She was inexplicably worried, and for a while she couldn't tell what was a dream.

"Chen most?"

Jiang Yan lifted the quilt, didn't even bother to put on slippers, opened the door and went out.

At three o'clock in the morning, the sun had not yet risen, and the room was dim and dark.

The room was quiet, except for the clock hanging on the wall.

"Brother?"

There was no response, she was a little flustered, and she was a little dizzy in a trance.

She ran back to the cloakroom, took a handful from the box where the car keys were kept, and hurried out again, bumping into a clear and familiar embrace.

"Looking for me?" The man hugged her tightly and kissed the top of her head, "I'm here, I'm not going anywhere, I'm just here to guard you, okay?" ”

Surrounded by him, Jiang Yan came back to his senses, and grabbed the corner of his clothes with his fingertips, "Why don't you go back to your room to sleep?" ”

He smelled of smoke, but he was actually very cold, so he should have been outside for a long time.

What was going on to make him so restless.

It was the first time he had smoked since he promised her that he would stop smoking.

Even now holding her, his voice trembled slightly.

"Brother, don't be afraid, I'm here."

"I know," his smiling voice came from above his head, "my brother is not afraid of anything, with our Jiang Yanyan's support." ”

Although he was smiling, Jiang Yan just knew that he was sad now.

Chen hugged her a little harder, "I'll carry you back to sleep." ”

"Okay."

She obediently didn't ask him how much he smoked or why he smoked, but just put her arms around his neck and asked him to carry herself back.

He put her on the bed, knelt on one knee beside the bed, held her feet in his palms and warmed them, and his eyebrows and eyes implied self-reproach.

"Call me next time you look for me, or wait for me to come to you."

Jiang Yan hummed, "Got it."

He didn't look up, and gently warmed her feet.

Time passed little by little, and I don't know how long it was, he said imperceptibly, "She's dying." ”

A call from the hospital just a few hours ago.

Yinlan, his biological mother, committed suicide in the hospital, although the rescue was timely, it was already to the limit.

Now it's just a matter of hanging with expensive drugs.

"Do you think I'm really a bad star, my adoptive parents, and my biological parents..."

"It's not!"

Jiang Yan knelt on the bed in distress and held his face, and clearly saw the cyan stubble on his chin, "They are sorry for you, it has nothing to do with you." ”

"She gave birth to me, and I put her in the hospital..."

Knowing that Yinlan was self-contained, he didn't kill people and shatter all her pride bit by bit.

Treat her as a mental illness and put her in the hospital, mentally torturing her day after day.

Finally, she couldn't take it anymore, and she cut her wrist with a piece of broken tile that was in her sleeve.

It's funny to say, he was world-weary and cut his wrists back then, and now his biological mother uses the same method.

Jiang Yan asked softly, "Shall I accompany you to see her for the last time?" ”

"No need."

He shook his head, there was no need.

And the person Yinlan longs to see is not him, but hates him very much.

Lying back on the bed, Jiang Yan leaned on his arms, he pressed the bedside lamp, the curtains were closed, and the room fell into darkness.

Neither of them spoke, and she listened quietly to the sound of his heartbeat.

She didn't know what kind of pain it was to cut the flesh with a sharp weapon, but a small piece of shards could easily kill a person.

"Jiang Yan, hug me."

He shifted his position and buried his head in her arms.

Jiang Yan patted his shoulder lightly, and inserted his fingers. Into his black hair, he whispered softly, "I'm here, and I'll always be with you." ”

Something warm soaked her garment, and she hugged him lovingly.

"Jiang Yan, my wrist hurts."

Beneath the beads were rugged scars, wrapped around his wrists like centipedes.

"I'll rub it for you." She was very light, "Soon it won't hurt." ”

"Hmm."

In the dark, he was fragile like a little milk dog that no one wanted, clinging to her, approaching her, trying to make her pity.

"Does it still hurt?"

"Much better."

In fact, the scar from many years ago, how can it hurt again.

It's just that today he was stimulated by the news of Yinlan's suicide, and his psychological scars are tormenting him again.

"If it hurts in the future, I will rub it for you, don't be afraid, I will always be there."

"You said, Jiang Yan, you can't lie to me."

"I kid you not."

She was reluctant to lie to him.

"Jiang Yan, tomorrow..."

Before he could finish his sentence, she hummed, "I'll go see her for you." ”

Chen Zhi didn't speak again, just hugged her hand and increased his strength, and after a while, he said in a muffled voice, "Jiang Yan, it still hurts." ”

"Okay, I'll rub it for you."

"Do you think I'm annoying?"

Jiang Yan's hand was stunned, and the matter of Yinlan still had a lot of impact on him, and he became cautious again.

"Annoying," Jiang Yan pretended to smile when he clearly felt his body stiffen, "Chen Zhi, you are so annoying, I suspect that you are taking advantage of me." ”

His nervous strings loosened and rubbed in her arms, "Wife, you are welcome to take it back at any time." ”