Chapter 1670

She did not dare to ask, did not dare to verify, she was afraid that if the result would let her even the last glimmer of hope were lost.

For those who have been walking in the dark for a long time, Yan Qingsi can understand their desire for light.

She felt Ji Mianmian's hair: "then don't think about it..."

Yan Qingsi knows what Ji Mianmian thinks now, and knows better. In fact, no one knows better than Ji Mianmian, whether that person is him or not.

It's getting dark. Yue listens to Feng's call and urges her to go home.

Ji Mianmian is worried that Murong Mian doesn't have a way to play. She brings some food when she goes back, but she doesn't expect that after ringing the doorbell for a while, no one opens the door. Murong Mian is not here, and Leng Ran is not there.

Ji Mianmian looks at the food in her arms and the time. It's only 7 o'clock. She should be back soon.

She wanted to go home and wait first, but she was afraid that if Murong Mian didn't know when she came back, wouldn't it make him starve?

She simply sat in front of Lengran's house, thinking that she would not have to wait too long for her to come back.

But unexpectedly, after waiting for an hour, Murong Mian didn't come back.

But she didn't have a good rest last night. Today she got up early again. She began to feel sleepy by the door and didn't know when she fell asleep.

When Murong Mian came back, it was almost 10 o'clock. When he came out of the elevator, he didn't walk two steps before he saw a small thing huddled up at the door.

Murong Mian stops and looks at Ji Mianmian. The expression on his face is complicated and obscure.

He walked past with a sigh. He could not hear his light steps.

He squatted down and saw Ji Mianmian holding the food in the sea. He would not let go when he fell asleep.

Murong Mian struggled in his eyes, heartache, and flashed quickly.

He reached out and gently brushed away Ji Mianmian's broken hair. He bowed his head and gave her a kiss on the cheek. His lips trembled when he kissed her.

Ji Mianmian moved in his sleep, and he let go.

Murong sleep bitter smile, who can control it?

He took out the key, gently twisted to open the door, picked up Ji Mianmian and went in.

It's not far from the door to the living room, but Murong Mian's forehead is full of sweat and his face is paler.

He put Ji mianmianmian on the sofa, forced to endure the discomfort, went back to the bedroom, took out a blanket to cover Ji Mianmian.

Then he went back to his room, smeared it, took out a bottle of medicine from the interlayer of his luggage, poured out a few pills and put them into his mouth. Without drinking water, he swallowed them directly.

Murong Mian sat on the bed, breathing a little shortness of breath. He bit his teeth and suppressed the groan that was spilling from his throat.

After a while, Murong Mian felt unwell. He wiped the sweat off his forehead and left the bedroom.

He turned on the porch light, and the living room lit up a little.

He went to the sofa and bent down.

Ji Mianmian is still sleeping. She seems to be sleeping well.

He just kept that posture and looked at her.

In the dim light, Ji Mianmian's plain white face seems to be the only thing that can attract all his attention in this space. In his world, except for her, everything else is dark.

After a long time, Murong Mian slowly sat on the carpet with his back against the sofa, opened the food Ji Mianmian brought back and ate it slowly.

The food has been cold, and there is no taste in the mouth, especially the meat dishes. After they are cold, they are fishy and not delicious.

Murong Mian ate very carefully. When outsiders looked at it, they might think that what he ate was so delicious.

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