Muddleheaded, she thought about the past. Feng Jing Lin finally couldn't bear the fatigue and fell asleep again. She hugged the big pillow beside her tightly, tears still flowing down her face. Her entire small face looked pale and haggard. When Feng Zihan walked into the room again, this was the only scene she saw.
His heart ached as he sat down by the bed. Out of habit, he reached out and caressed her face that was about to shatter from crying. He missed the smile that had once appeared on her face. However, would he ever see it again in the future? When she thought of everything, would she still be Lin 'er by herself?
Feng Jinglin opened her eyes after a gentle caress. She was not asleep, but tired. The two of them looked at each other with complicated emotions, as if they would lose each other in the next moment.
"No matter who you were in the past, it doesn't matter. I only know that you're my Lin 'er.”Feng Zihan said gently, which finally calmed her heart.
"Zihan, you won't abandon me, right?”
Her words stunned Feng Zihan. Zihan? She rarely called herself that, only when she seriously wanted to get an unquestionable answer. And this was her call that he loved to hear the most.
"No, I swear!"
"I'm tired. I want to sleep."
"Go to sleep. I'll always be here." Feng Zihan knew that even though she had fainted just now, she had closed her eyes because she was really tired. He gently held her cold hand and wrapped it tightly in his palm. She really hoped that this would warm her hands and her heart.
Feng Jing Lin slept soundly, and Feng Zihan did not leave for even a moment. He stayed by her bedside until he was so tired that he fell asleep on the chair beside her. When the morning sun shone into the room and onto his face, he slowly opened his eyes. He rubbed his temples and looked at the person on the bed. Empty? Feng Zihan stood up and went to the bathroom to knock on the door. After confirming that there was no one in the room, she was about to go out to look for someone when she turned around and saw a petite pale green figure squatting beside the orange tree by the pool through the French windows. She looked lonely and lonely. However, he did not go down to look for her directly. Instead, he went to the kitchen and wanted to make a bowl of soup noodles for her personally. When she was young, she would ask for a bowl of hot soup noodles when she was depressed. It was as if this would warm her whole body and heart.
Half an hour later, Feng Zihan put a cloak over her and pretended not to see the tears on her face. Then, as usual, she gently pulled the cloak over her shoulders.
"Let's have breakfast later!"
"Good!"
Then, like every morning, Feng Zihan held her hand and went to the dining room for breakfast.
"I cooked the Clear Broth Noodle Soup today. I didn't eat much yesterday. Today, I'll eat some warm noodles.”
Looking at the noodle soup in front of her, Feng Jing Lin knew that he had specially cooked it. She actually felt a little hungry, so she picked up her chopsticks and began to eat the noodles. In less than 15 minutes, he finished all the noodles in the bowl and even the soup. Aunt Lin, who was standing at the side, was dumbfounded. She thought that Miss would not have an appetite today, but she did not expect her to eat so cleanly. Feng Zihan, on the other hand, was calm as she flipped through her newspaper.
"Brother, I'm full. I have to go to school early for my thesis defense today!”
"Yes. Are you coming back for dinner tonight?"
"I won't come. I'm meeting up with my friends. I've finally finished my oral defense and want to relax!”
"Yes. Call me if you're late. I'll pick you up.”
"En! Then I'm leaving! Goodbye, Brother. Goodbye, Aunt Lin!"
It was the same conversation and the same scene as usual, as if nothing had happened yesterday.
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