An Yan is still sitting on the ground. Xiao Jing got up from the ground and tried to carry her to the bed. Her legs may have regained consciousness, but An Yan said with a bland mouth, "Aren’t you afraid of falling on me again?"
The man moved slightly and picked her up. He walked slowly and his face was hidden in the dim light. Only the sound was clear.
"I didn’t dream of you once after you left, but later I often dreamed that someone told me it wasn’t a dream. It was my illusion, because I woke up early every morning and saw you go to class. You would say goodbye to me and wait for me to come back. I was working in my room, so you sat on the sofa and slept with me at night …"
"I read the note you left me many times. I didn’t believe you were dead. I didn’t believe you were gone until I couldn’t find your photo in the villa. I couldn’t find it either. Then I swallowed sleeping pills … I really dreamed that you came to pick me up that night. I also dreamed that we had children and a happy family. I was very happy that night."
"Joe’s help brought me back from the brink of death, and then I went to see you. I think I’ve been looking for it for three years and five years, and I’ve been looking for it since I didn’t find it in my life. I’ve been looking for it since I found it dead and turned into a ghost …"
These words are a little creepy, but Anyan listened quietly.
Xiao Jing was covered with her, and his powerful hands were wrapped around her face and pressed against her face. He said, "You said that you went to northern Europe, so I went to northern Europe. You didn’t know that I looked for many places, but I couldn’t find you … You liked to wait for the mountain, so I also met an avalanche. I was buried in the snow, and many people were buried, but I was the only one who didn’t want the rescue team to come."
"Yeah, I didn’t. I wanted you to pick me up like I did the night I took the medicine. I finally waited for you …"
An Yan gave him a look. "Then what?"
Xiao Jingwen’s hot tears ran down her face and he fondly rubbed her face. "Then I woke up and found our wedding photo in a cafe in Norway …"
The man’s voice suddenly became louder than a sob. He couldn’t help tightening her face and burying it in her neck. Then he said, "Be quiet … I’m so glad where you left it. It’s my only hope to live. I still hope to see you write me love-"
The memory of that day will never be forgotten in his life. No one can understand the psychological change from hope to despair to hope.
And he will be able to recite the letter she wrote by gently closing his eyes-
The first volume Chapter 295 A rose in Homer’s tomb
This is my last love letter to him. My favorite person is Xiao Jing. He is very handsome and tall. I can see him at a glance in the crowd. I always have a wish in my heart that he can smile at me more … Xiao Jing, do you know? It’s sad to be in a foreign country … it’s even sadder when I miss you …
He forgot the last sentence of the note, but now I hate his guts.
She believed that he had gone out to look for her, but she didn’t expect that he would give up everything and go to a strange place to look for her.
Actually, it’s not a blind eye. It’s that she has been asleep for a long time. Where can he find her?
With a sigh of relief, my heart was desolate and slowly covered with fingers sticking out from inside his hand. "Xiao Jing, you can’t bear the scars in the future. Let’s not struggle for the rest of our lives, okay?"
The temperature in the big bedroom is very constant. After staying for so long, Anyan’s body is getting warmer. She is a little tired and her eyelids are twitching.
I don’t know how long it took him, but he still didn’t let her say anything from her mouth, and she was automatically blocked
An Yan grabbed his fingers colder than hers and sighed again. "Do you have to be so stubborn?"
The environment is very dark, and they seem to have been tied up in a fast knot, and they can’t solve it.
After a while, Xiao Jingfang looked at him silently, only to see his tall, fuzzy figure walking towards the door. I don’t know what hit him and made some noise, and then the door slammed and locked.
He locked the bedroom inside out.
Anyan lay in bed and felt that her eyes were so dry that she couldn’t tell the sad feeling in her heart.
Someone climbed out of bed and held her in his arms. The man’s burning breath was very strong at her neck, and then his extremely low voice "I won’t let you go even if you are sick and have a baby. I’m sorry. I love you and I love it. Thank you for pulling you back from the brink of death. I will be very good to you. Please stay by my side."
After that, I will. You are very good, very good, very good. Please …
He begged Xiao Jing. It’s rare for him to beg so humbly in his life, but I don’t know how many times I’ve heard such desperate words in front of her.
An Yan moved a long eyelash brush in his arms and brushed his skin. She smiled. "Xiao Jing, do you know what I will see that day?" What will happen? "
Xiao Jing’s body froze, his fingers carefully stroked her hair and gently kissed her skin, wanting to know the answer, but he didn’t want to know it.
"I never told it that I had anything to do with you, but the day before the accident, I sat in front of the fireplace and told it a lot about whether it was good or not …"
A warm liquid fell on Anyan’s neck, and her eyes blinked. Listen to him interrupting her. "I’m sorry … Anyan, I’m not a good husband or a good father. You like children, shall we have one?"
"You don’t know it’s here. I want to know that the probability of waking up in a vegetative state is really low. Suppose I never wake up and you can’t find me, what are you going to do?"
Xiao Jing took a breath and threw these questions into his mind several times, which made him lose his thinking ability. He closed his eyes and said, "I will die."