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When Ting Lang woke up, there was no one beside him. He sat up, his back hurt and his legs hurt, but he still got out of bed to look for Nan Jing.

"Nanjing!"

He walked through the corridor, wearing thin pajamas, and the hem of his clothes could be easily blown up when the wind blew in.

Nan Jing was standing by the window smoking a cigarette at this time, the smoke he exhaled lightly just blew in front of Ting Lang with the wind, Ting Lang frowned unconsciously when he smelled the smoke.

"Xiao Jing."

Nan Jing turned to look at Ting Lang, he stared at Ting Lang, and then he threw the cigarette butt into the ashtray beside him.

"Why don't you get some more sleep?"

"Aren't you the same? You didn't sleep last night, and you didn't have a good rest today. Are you tired?"

Nan Jing didn't answer Ting Lang's question, but walked up to him and knelt down on one knee, and then used her fingerprints to unlock Ting Lang's shackles.

When Ting Lang heard the sound of the handcuffs being unlocked, he looked at Nan Jing in astonishment.

"you……"

"You promised me not to leave, will you do it?"

Ting Lang was stunned for a while, then nodded and replied: "Yes, I will always stay by your side."

"Ah."

Ting Lang thought that Nan Jing would continue to say something to him, but Nan Jing turned around and walked towards the stairs. He looked at Nan Jing's back, feeling an inexplicable pain in his heart.

When Nan Jing was about to walk down the stairs holding the handrail, Ting Lang suddenly strode to his side, grabbed his hand and smiled at him, saying, "I'm hungry, are you hungry?"

Nan Jing was stunned, probably because she didn't expect Ting Lang to follow.

"In the future, I will chase you, and I will not leave you alone again."

"you……"

Ting Lang didn't explain, but took Nan Jing's arm and walked downstairs with him.

When he came to the kitchen, he asked, "Do you want to try my cooking?"

"What do you want to cook?"

"I'll cook egg noodles for you, do you want to eat?"

"it is good."

Ting Lang was busy working in front of the stove, while Nan Jing sat in front of the bar and watched Ting Lang busy.

Although the two of them didn't speak, the picture was very warm. They haven't been like this for a long time.

When Ting Lang cooked the egg noodles and brought them to the table, Nan Jing looked at the egg noodles in front of him and his eyes were red. He took the chopsticks that Ting Lang handed him, and tasted it cautiously.

"Brother Lang."

"Huh? Isn't it delicious?"

Nan Jing lowered her head, tears fell into the noodle soup unknowingly.

Ting Lang looked at Nan Jing's refraining from making a sound, he walked to Nan Jing's side distressedly, he held Nan Jing in his arms, and patted Nan Jing's back lightly.

"If you want to cry, cry in front of me, I won't laugh at you."

Nan Jing nestled in Ting Lang's arms, holding Ting Lang's clothes tightly with both hands.

"A lot of blood... blood that can't be washed away..."

"If it can be washed off, it will pass."

"The bullet passed through my father's forehead, the blood splashed on my face, and flowed into my mouth. I tasted the blood of my father. When my mother ran to hug my father, she was also shot to death. A bullet went right through her heart and stained her white dress."

As soon as the words fell, Nan Jing cried heart-piercingly in Ting Lang's arms like a collapse.

When Nan Jing was at that time, he didn't shed a tear, as if he suppressed all the sadness in his heart, even after seeing a psychiatrist, he still didn't shed a tear.

"Grandpa is my only relative. He loves me very much. I miss him so much... But I will never see him again. He will never call me Xiaojing again. No one will guard me like grandpa. I'm..."

Ting Lang hugged him tightly, "You still have me, Xiao Jing, I will guard you forever."

Ting Lang patted Nan Jing's back like coaxing a child, he showed a wry smile, and said, "It's fine if you cry, and you'll be fine if you cry."

"Xiao Jing, do you think I'm dirty?"

Nan Jing looked up into Ting Lang's eyes, he didn't rush to answer Ting Lang's question, but pulled Ting Lang into his arms, and then blocked his thin lips.

With this kiss, Ting Lang knew Nan Jing's answer.

"Thank you, Xiaojing."

"I don't mind your past, but from now on, you can only be mine."

"Of course, you are mine alone."

Ting Lang smiled and helped Nan Jing wipe away the tears on his face. He joked: "This is the first time Xiao Jing cried into an ugly monster in front of me, but Xiao Jing is still so handsome."

"Is your uncle still pestering you?"

Ting Lang took a deep breath, "He would pester me for money. I used to give him a little money like a beggar, but now I won't because I don't want to give any money."

"Well, then I won't give it."