Ling was still relieved. "That's great. You finally woke up."

He sat up. Just now, he dreamed of the scene when he was a child. He dreamed that he knelt down in front of the woman and begged... Was it because of the woman mentioned earlier that he had such a dream?

"I just had a dream." He let out a long breath and bowed his head, only to find that his pajama buttons had been untied, revealing his chest. "My clothes are..."

Ling still saw it, as if he was embarrassed to sip his lips and said, "because... You have been crying for pain, I'm afraid you have something in your body... Er, so I'll untie your buttons to see if you have something to look at Look. "

He stared at her and her face grew hot.

"But I can promise you, i... I didn't see it before you woke up, so I didn't see anything." She was busy explaining, but the more she explained, the more ambiguous it seemed.

"Even if sister a really saw it, it's nothing. My body, sister a can see it." Yi Jin leaves the way.

Ling's face is still red, almost choked by her saliva, please! Do he know how easy his words are to arouse people's thinking!

"Your body... Doesn't hurt now?" It was a long time before she stuttered out the sentence.

"Well, it doesn't hurt." He bowed and began to button his pajamas.

She tried to keep her eyes above his neck, but it was only carelessly that she could see his chest, and then she suddenly opened his pajamas.

"What's the matter with you..." she looked at him in a dazed way. There was a scar on his chest and heart. Although the scar is pale now, it still has a ferocity. It can be imagined that the injury was not a minor injury at that time.

"It's just a minor injury." He's light.

She bited her lower lip and raised her hand to touch his scar. Before that, he was crying for pain in his sleep, and his hand kept grabbing at this position. Was it because of the injury?

Even after many years, but in the dream will cry pain injury, how can it be just a small injury?

Did he hurt badly when he was injured? Ling still only felt that his heart was twisted.

"How and when did you get this injury?" She murmured.

His body is slightly stiff. How many years has he been injured here? Except for the doctor, no one else has touched him. Only she... Only she has touched his wound.

As if the blood of the body were pouring into the heart, the heart under her fingertips beat faster than usual.

"It's been a long time, and it's no longer painful." He said.

She put her heart down slightly, and suddenly found that her posture was almost like doing something wrong to him.

"Then, that's good. You can buckle up quickly. You'll catch cold." She blushed and quickly moved her hand away.

The sudden loss of temperature in his heart made him feel that his chest suddenly became empty.

He buttoned his pajamas one by one. "By the way, when I was dreaming, what else did I say besides shouting pain?"

She hesitated for a moment and said, "just... Keep shouting 'Mom, don't go'."

His body suddenly froze, his hands gradually clenched into fists, letting his fingernails hurt the palm.

She looked at him, could not help but reach out to touch his cheek, a trace of cool feeling, Qin into her fingertips.

"Ah Jin." She gave a low cry.

He raised his head slowly, his eyelashes trembled a little, his eyes raised, his deep peach eyes fixed on her through the hair of the bangs.

His eyes, as before when he talked about his parents, seemed to be empty. Her heart, somehow, suddenly had a feeling of pulling up.