Become the favorite of the sickly lady

"Qian'er, why...why are you crying?"

"Crack~"

Facing Fang Fei who was stuttering due to surprise, more tears fell.

The hot tears seemed to fall to the tip of Fang Fei's heart one by one.

In the reflection of the bright and warm sunlight, I finally saw Lin Qian's appearance clearly at this moment. The red eyes were filled with watery teardrops, and the nose was slightly flushed, not to mention the biting lip, which was bright red. Red.

That appearance, as if trying hard not to cry.

Except when she was a child, Fang Fei hadn't seen Lin Qian like this for a long time.

It's even more distressing than the usual whining and acting like a baby.

Retelling the dream again, it seemed that Fang Fei was going through those things again. Fang Fei was not in a good mood at the moment, but those slightly heavy emotions were more distressing than Lin Qian's tears.

Fang Fei turned around halfway, raised her head and wiped the tears from Lin Qian's face.

"Qian'er, don't cry~"

The soft voice was full of distress.

Lin Qian let her wipe, stared straight into her red eyes, still biting her lip firmly, without making a sound.

I don't know who to fight with.

After wiping it several times, the tears not only didn't decrease, but more and more. Fang Fei didn't wipe at all, and moved her finger to her lips lightly, making Lin Qian stop biting.

Lin Qian, who was extremely stubborn, was also extremely obedient, she loosened her lips following Fang Fei's movement, but her eyes and expression became more and more pitiful.

In any case, it should be Qian'er comforting her, why is it the other way around.

Fang Fei sighed softly in her heart, held Lin Qian's face in her hands, and leaned over to kiss her comfortingly:

"Qian'er, that was just a dream."

"Woo...Miss~"

The stubborn Lin Qian didn't know which nerve was touched. Feeling the kiss between her lips, she whimpered, but threw herself forward, buried her head on Fang Fei's shoulder, and hugged Fang Fei slightly tremblingly. her.

With this posture, Fang Fei could no longer see Lin Qian's expression, but the sobbing and sobbing sound from time to time accompanied by the "Miss" and the wetness that quickly seeped into her clothes were enough to make people feel Lin Qian's sadness. .

What a fool.

Why is it more sad than her~

Fang Fei's sigh grew stronger, and she began to pat Lin Qian's shoulder lightly.

"Qian'er is fine."

"Qian'er, I'm here."

"Qian'er, it doesn't look good if you cry too much."

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Very rhythmic pats, soft and pity-filled words, that is the most real and warm existence in this world.

Lin Qian, who was sobbing, finally stopped crying slowly, but did not raise her head.

No one knew better than Lin Qian that the dream for Fang Fei was actually their previous life.

Accompanied by my young lady's invisibility, those intentionally forgotten scenes came alive again, the more vivid, the more hateful.

her miss.

Such a nice lady

Because I was afraid that I would be sick and ugly, I dare not come to see her.

He obviously misses her very much, but he can only guess what she looks like through the maid's description.

Even when I die, I am alone.

And what about her?

And her? ? ! !

Knowing nothing, relying on being pampered and presumptuous.

What an asshole!

Such a good lady spent her whole life planning her happiness with all her might.

But how did she know that in the end her life was actually so unbearable.

The lady has the memory of the previous life, so they have the fate of being together for two lifetimes.

Compared to this faint feeling of happiness, what filled Lin Qian's heart was more endless panic and sadness.

"Qian'er, don't cry, if you cry again, I really can only cry with you.

If I knew you were so sad, I wouldn't tell you about this dream. "

Xu Shi cried for too long, Fang Fei began to sigh helplessly.

Lin Qian bit her lip hard, suppressed the useless tears, and slowly raised her hand, holding back for a long time before slowly putting it on Fang Fei's shoulder.

"Even if it's a dream, if Miss is sad, Qian'er will be sad too."

Such a bad and desperate memory, one person is enough to remember.

Her young lady should be happy, cared for and warmed.

Accompanied by such thoughts, Lin Qian finally squeezed her hands slowly, raised her head slowly, and grinned slowly to meet her lady's pitiful expression.

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