you are my white moonlight

Even in the darkness, I can still see his nervous expression, frowning, "Don't cry, I can explain what happened today."

Jian Youqing's tears were still falling, her eyelashes were instantly wet, she looked up and tried to force her back, her tone was flat, "No, I don't want to hear it."

"..."

Shao Tingchen's hands stopped.

The distance between the two was very close, Shao Tingchen was still propped on the head of the bed with one hand, his fingers rested on top of her face, and finally took out a tissue to wipe her.

Jian Youqing turned her face away.

"Your hands haven't been washed, I can still smell blood." Jian Youqing said.

Shao Tingchen moved a little further away from her, and wiped with a tissue.

She was right, after dealing with the matter, she ran over to see her almost non-stop, in a hurry, and only managed to wash off the blood.

It was the first time for Shao Tingchen to speak so confidently, "If you mind, I now..."

"But I've smelled it now."

"I'll go wash right away." Shao Tingchen got up.

"So it's no longer necessary to wash or not."

"..."

Is she trying to keep it?
Shao Tingchen didn't dare to hope, as long as she didn't identify him as the killer, even if Jian Youqing was in a bad mood and shot him, he could bear it.

The premise is to save his life.

To spend the rest of my life with her.

Shao Tingchen sat back carefully again, and just accidentally touched her quilt, and her shoulders leaked out, Shao Tingchen covered her up again.

Jian Youqing stared at him suddenly with wet eyes, her face was expressionless, Shao Tingchen's eyes were slightly deep, and he almost couldn't control himself and kissed her forehead, she said in a crying voice, "I just had a nightmare."

Shao Tingchen didn't expect her to say this.

"Those eyes just stared at me like that. He was standing in a fire, trying to pull me down." That scene reappeared in front of her eyes, Jian Youqing was terrified, and her fingers were tightly clutching Shao Tingchen.

She was afraid, her eyes dodged, and she was looking for something nervously.

Cold sweat soaked the broken hair on her forehead, and her face was pale. Shao Tingchen was her life-saving straw.

"Help me..." The voice was weak, almost begging, Shao Tingchen's heart was torn apart.

He suffered thousands of times more than her.

Shao Tingchen broke away from her hand, took off his coat, squeezed into the same hospital bed with Jian Youqing, let her head rest on his shoulder, and said in a low voice, "I'm here."

Jian Youqing closed her eyes, looked for a comfortable position, and let the tears slide down her cheeks.

She couldn't help it.

"I love you very much." Shao Tingchen said.

"Whether it was ten years ago, or now."

"..." Jian Youqing bit her lower lip tightly.

She hates what he said ten years ago.

"When I lost you, I wanted to die in the past, but..."

"I hate it when you say ten years ago."

Her memories of ten years ago are long gone, giving her the illusion that he is describing someone else.

Shao Tingchen stroked her long hair, fixedly stared at her with lowered eyes, and kissed her hair, "If you hate it, then I won't say anything."

He promised all her requests.

His chest is very warm, making her temporarily forget about all the bloody things, and her headache seems to be relieved, "It doesn't feel good to be shot."

"That's an injury, how can it feel better."

Shao Tingchen chuckled.

Jian Youqing sniffed, "But you hit yourself without hesitation, as if your body belonged to another person."

He pretended to be relaxed, "otherwise why would you stay."

Every step he takes is exhausting.

"..."

Falling into silence, Jian Youqing's breathing slowed down.

Shao Tingchen clenched the palm by his side.