In the room, it was quiet at the moment, and there was no one else but him.

Is she... Not here? He gently dropped his eyes, fixed vision on his own empty hands.

Even if he forced her to stay in this house, but she was still not in his side, just like his father and mother, even if he desperately asked them to stay, but they still left him in their own way.

In the end, is he alone?

A person, just like before... And what to care about? Just like before did not meet her, he is also a person?

In this world, only he can rely on himself!

But even if you think about it like this, it seems that there is still a kind of pain, just like a continuous and dense needle pricking in general, which is constantly spreading in the body.

At this time, the door was suddenly pushed open, a shadow came in.

Yi Jin from the dull looking at that wipe gradually approached the figure, in the eyes flashed a touch of surprise.

"Well, you wake up. I just cooked some porridge. I was going to give it to you when you wake up." Ling still said, while putting porridge on the side of the bedside table, and then very naturally stretched out his hand, toward his forehead.

Well, the temperature on my forehead has dropped. Although it's still a little hot, it's much better than before.

"The temperature is down. I'll use the ear temperature gun to measure the temperature for you later." Ling still said.

"Did you... Just cook porridge?" Yi Jin left murmuring tunnel.

"Yes, I calculated the time. You were almost awake, so I went down to cook porridge, but you woke up earlier than I expected." She said, "the porridge is still a little hot. It needs to be cooled for a while before eating."

"Good." He said hoarsely, "have you been in this room before?"

"Where else can I go?" She said, especially when he had nightmares before, he could not sleep soundly. He would say something intermittently from time to time, and she had to respond to him according to his words so that he could sleep soundly.

Finally, watching him sleep better, she took a break and went to the kitchen to cook porridge.

Yi Jin from Zheng Chong looking at the woman in front of her, the pain spread in the body, as if in a little bit of disappear.

Originally, she has been in, has been accompanying him, originally, he is not alone!

He opened his hands, around her waist, and then put his face on the position of her abdomen, gently closed his eyes, "fortunately, you did not leave me."

Ling's body is still suddenly stiff. Yi Jin doesn't hold her tightly at this moment. She can even feel that she can push his hands away as long as she pushes a little harder.

But her hands, now as if they were very heavy, could not lift them to push him away.

Is it because of his fragility and attachment at the moment? She's at a loss!

Ling is still so stiff body, let Yi Jin from holding, do not know how long, porridge is cold, he finally is to release his hands.

"You... Have porridge." She managed to find her voice, and then gave him the porridge in the pot with a small spoon, filled a bowl in the bowl and handed it to him.

He raised his hand to pick it up, but his hand was soft. The bowl of porridge in his hand was almost knocked over on the bed.