"Huan 'er…"
"Huan 'er…Huan' er…"
Huan 'er…Where are you…Come back quickly…"
A vague voice came from far away. It was intermittent, but it continued to echo firmly. It spread in the empty space and returned from afar, overlapping with the new call.
Qing Huan only felt a splitting headache, unable to think or respond to the call. However, she could clearly feel how much care and love were hidden in those calls. She didn't know who it was, but she wanted to respond. She wanted to be close to him, and she wanted to hug him.
Struggling hard, struggling. He shouted crazily in his dream. In the end, he could only mutter broken and meaningless syllables. But even so, Baili Che was still overjoyed.
In the watery clouds, Qing Huan was sleeping on the bed with a pale face. Baili Che was sitting by the bed, one hand wrapped in a white bandage, fixed at his side, and the other holding Qing Huan's hand. His face was green, obviously from overwork. He looked at Qing Huan with a good look in his eyes. He did not care about the injuries on his body at all. Qing Huan's weak reaction made him nervous.
Lady Nalan had already exhausted all her strength. She was worried and afraid. Unable to support herself, she fell asleep on the bed beside her. In her sleep, two lines of tears fell. General Nalan sat beside his wife and gently wiped the tears from the corners of his wife's eyes. He also looked haggard.
Nalan Qinglang sat at the table outside with Black Eagle accompanying him. The two of them frowned and remained silent. Prime Minister Lin's family had been persuaded by General Nalan to return, leaving only the eldest son of the Lin family, Lin Zhonghe, and the eldest grandson, Lin Tongxuan. Firstly, he was concerned about the situation, and secondly, no matter what happened, he would be able to help in time.
The Chinese medical experts had already come to take a look. The impact on Qing Huan's head was too serious, and acupuncture and medicine were useless. They were puzzled as to why he was still breathing after suffering such a heavy blow. After weighing the pros and cons, they tactfully hinted that they should make more preparations. This child was already well-known at such a young age. Such talent was so outstanding that even these old men who had been dealing with medicinal herbs all day long had heard a thing or two about him.
Perhaps the heavens were really jealous of talents.
But Baili Che and the others firmly believed that Qing Huan would return. Definitely. They accompanied her and called out to her. She would always know. Qing Huan had created many surprises and miracles, so there was no reason why he couldn't do it this time. Moreover, Qing Huan was still working hard and did not give up easily. They would not give up hope.
A group of servants stood in the corner, worriedly praying for their kind little master. He Zhi and He Man's pale little faces were busy serving tea and food. He Ye and He Luo hugged each other and cried. Little Miss was so good-looking and kind. Nothing must happen to her.
When Qing Huan finally regained consciousness, she realized that she was weightless.
Yes, weightless. It was like Princess Qingqing in fairy tales, floating in the air. In fact, it was not even as good as Princess Qingqing. Because no one could see her. However, what shocked her the most was the scene in front of her. The sofa, the air conditioner, the bar counter, and the living room. The table lamp, the curtains, the ornaments, and the decorations. This was clearly the home that Lin Jinan had set up for her in T City. It was the last place she had left in her previous life. The time on the calendar was half a year after she left.
Qing Huan was confused and could not understand. However, she heard footsteps approaching. She quickly turned around to take a look.
Lin Jinan.
Lin Jinan.
Lin Jinan.
Lin Jinan walked straight towards Qing Huan. Five meters, three meters, two meters, one meter, fifty centimeters. Then, he walked past Qing Huan's body and sat on the sofa behind her.
Qing Huan was stunned.
That was Lin Jinan, the Lin Jinan who had changed a lot. At this moment, he was extremely thin and his face was pale. His entire body was filled with a deep and oppressive aura. A pair of thick eyebrows used to be the most domineering, but now they were only vicissitudes of life. His eyes were deep and serene. It was as if there was a deep wound buried in his heart, making people's hearts ache when they saw it.
Qing Huan slowly landed in front of Lin Jinan and stretched out her finger to trace the man she had loved. He had a stiff nose and thin lips. Suddenly, Lin Jinan seemed to have sensed something and looked up. Then, he laughed at himself.
"Brother Nan, the Dongye Gang's problem has been settled.”Minghe walked in and lowered his head to report.
A glint flashed across Lin Jinan's eyes."Alright, I'll do it. Got it. You may leave. I'm a little tired. I need to rest for a while. Don't let anyone disturb me.”With that, she stood up and walked upstairs to her room.
Qing Huan stood rooted to the ground, looking at the tall figure in a daze.
"Brother Ming, what do you think happened to Brother Nan in the past six months?”A younger man asked in a low voice.
"Don't be heartless if you don't deserve it.”Minghe scolded in a low voice.
Qing Huan seemed to have realized something and followed the figure back to the room she had lived in for three years. The corners of the room were extremely familiar. Lin Jinan was pouring water to water the cactus on the windowsill. They were raised by Qing Huan. One was red, one was green, and one was yellow. She had tried to raise countless flowers, but in the end, only these three cactus survived. At that time, Lin Jinan had even laughed at her. Qing Huan went forward to take a look. The three small cactus were growing very well, and the red one had already grown a delicate flower bud. This was something that he didn't even dare to think about when he raised it himself.
"Look, you've already grown a flower bud. If Qing-er saw it, she might be very happy.”Lin Jinan's voice was low and gentle.
Qing Huan was stunned. Qing 'er…
Was she calling him?
"Qing-er has been gone for half a year. I don't want to. There are so many beautiful women around me. Which one of them isn't more sensible and gentle than her.”Lin Jinan continued," I don't want to…"
Lin Jinan's voice was low and hoarse, with a bewitching tone. It was as if he was hypnotizing himself.
"How can I not want to? I'm going crazy thinking about it." Lin Jinan's voice changed, and there was a hint of tears in it." She said she doesn't owe me anything. She clearly owes me."
"I didn't want to pull her to take the bullet."
"How would I know that I would hit her?"
"She said she doesn't owe me anything…she doesn't owe me anything…"
" Does she think…that she'll be able to pay me back so easily…"
Lin Jinan sobbed and lowered his head.
Qing Huan's heart ached. She slowly floated in front of Lin Jinan and squatted down to look at the man's face. Tears were already streaming down her face. In the past, Lin Jinan would laugh wildly, demand crazily, be angry, and be happy. Only, she wouldn't be sad.
He was crying weakly like a child who had lost his toy. It was so unfamiliar.
It turned out that she was not such an insignificant existence in Lin Jinan's heart?
Qing Huan reached out her hand to catch the falling tears. Tears flowed through her hands, but the burning sensation seemed to remain on her skin, numbing and painful.
" Qing 'er…Qing' er…" The man's mouth overflowed with broken murmurs.
The pain spread from his palm to his heart. Jinan, why are you doing this?
Lin Jinan's pain was like a dried sponge. Layer upon layer, layer upon layer, they piled up in her heart. She had never shown it in the past six months. At this moment, she was like a child who had suffered a great grievance. She did not feel much at first, but when she saw the heartache in her parents 'eyes, she suddenly could not control herself. The sponge in her heart met water and expanded crazily. For some reason, he felt his heart ache. This feeling was so familiar, and it had been a long time. Just like that gentle and graceful woman-his Qing 'er.
He saw the woman's calm eyes in a chaotic armed melee. It was long and thin, and it had a faint glow. It was like a river that had just thawed in early spring, cold and desolate. It was so clear that one could see the bottom. He saved her and investigated her background. She knew about Su Qingning and Shen Yu. She even knew that Qing Huan had never met her father. He had brought her to a membership club. A worker who collected garbage almost bumped into her, but she was not angry. Instead, she gently asked him if he had fallen. She didn't know that the man who lived a miserable life was her biological father. It wasn't that her father didn't regret leaving the female painter. However, the woman who gave birth to Qing Huan was even more resolute and proud than Qing Huan. Once she abandoned him, how could she allow him to come back? It was just a fool's dream.
He raised this woman like a pet. He wanted to break her cold self-restraint. He saw her being corrupted by money and material things, and how she was obsessed with him. However, he did not see it in the end.
He only saw his heart shatter with a bang.
She said that she didn't owe him anything.
Then, in the pain and despair, he finally understood. Why did he dislike those debauchery entanglements, those dark and brutal killings, those scheming schemes? Why did he want to return to her side the moment he left? The so-called " others " became fewer and fewer until she was the only one left? Why wasn't he angry at her? Why wasn't he angry at her? As long as she wanted it, he would fulfill it.
He had fallen in love with her.
His heart, which had been cold for many years, was instantly clear. It melted and then shattered. Clean and neat, without leaving a trace.
Qing-er, what you owe me can't be repaid.
Although this woman had never catered to him. But every frown and smile was real. Because it was rare, it was precious.
Her love, her calmness, her determination, her " no more owing."
Lin Jinan finally understood love. At the same time, he understood the pain of losing his beloved.
Thus, at this moment, he cried bitterly and regretted his actions.
Qing Huan wanted to take in his weakness and tears at the moment. She wanted to soothe his pain. She wanted to tell him that she didn't blame him and loved him. However, he raised his hand and put it down weakly. He didn't even have any weight. how can you talk about comforting others?
"Sister Su Shu…Sister Su Shu…"
"Sister Su Shu…come back quickly…"
A familiar voice could be heard.
Qing Huan was stunned as she watched her transparent body glow bit by bit, turning into powder bit by bit, melting and dispersing in this space. She knew that this moment was forever.
For the last time, she looked at the man with longing and closed her eyes.# Cancel review all: wdd201302 Time:111420185:56PM
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