When we meet on a narrow road on a different street, should we say hello or how should we miss it?

Mo Huaiyuan knew that it was absolutely impossible to miss it, because the little woman stared at her, with blood and light in her crystal clear eyes, and she was still motionless, and the breath in her mouth stopped.

He raised his hand and took a deep breath of cigarettes.

City z is not the closest city to Kyoto. It has a road of three or four hundred kilometers. The city is closed and the highway is stopped due to heavy snow. How could she find this place?

But after experiencing everything the night before, Mo Huaiyuan's thoughts were suppressed by a torn pain when he thought about it. He no longer followed the inertial thinking and thought about how she came about, how difficult it was, how moved he should be.

The slight pain that exploded in his chest spread to his limbs and bones. He walked slowly over and looked at her: "Why are you here?"

His slightly cold eyes no longer had the indulgence and love he had when he saw her in the past, only indifference and coldness remained.

"I don't need to accompany you as you should, and you can't give me anything. Why, do you come and disgust me?"

An Ran stubbornly raised her head, her neck was slightly sore, and she looked at the changes clearly. It felt like the blade was gently scratching the knife in her heart, the real skin was broken, and the pain pierced into her life in a trace of pain.

The heavy snow is still falling.

Her throat suddenly choked, she lowered her head, gently stretched out her hand to grab his thin clothes, and pinched it, there was only hard material inside, and even the softness of cotton wool. An Ran's eyes heated up, leaned over, and gently pressed her forehead against his arm.

His whole body was shaking violently.

I don't know, I thought he bullied her again.

Mo Huaiyuan's face turned cold and stared at the direction of her origin. A string of lonely footprints were raised. He raised his hand to continue smoking, stiff and motionless.

Needless to say how heartless he was, after all, the feeling she gave him now was that it was impossible to be so good.

...

In a narrow hotel, the room on the dark side is dim when the lights are turned on, and nothing can be seen.

When An Ran entered the door, she tripped by the threshold, but she still followed the figure of the man and groped in. She had night blindness and he didn't help her. She stared at the outline of the tall figure in the darkness, staring at it and following him in.

I didn't dare to blink my eyes, and I didn't dare to blink so much, for fear that in this blink, it would be a dream and he would disappear again.

Smoke rose from the dark air.

An Ran knew how to choke, but she still took a few deep breaths, inhaling the feeling of coughing, and pressing it tightly into her lungs.

The light, turn on.

An Ran's eyes were stabbed by the lights, and when she opened it, she saw the depression in the room. The hotel environment was good. But as the house got older, she didn't even see a travel bag in the small hotel, he was the only one.

There are many small advertisements on the ground, such as passionate night, and there are various pictures and mobile phone numbers on it.

An Ran's eyes sluggishly, she held the door and kicked out all the small advertisements. She didn't even dare to come in.

With a squeak, the cabinet in the room opened.

A brand new towel was thrown out.

When Mo Huaiyuan was doing these things, he felt hated himself, and he didn't even look at her. He said in a low voice: "Wipe the snow on his body, clean it up, and go out to help me bring it to my door. If you want to rush back before the New Year, you can also bring me a word and tell him that I am not dead and still alive. If you are worried that I will cause trouble for him, be more cautious. This kind of worry is not completely unreasonable."

An Ran could hear the vague hint in his words, his heart trembled slightly, took the towel, wiped his slightly wet face.

The moment she covered her face in the disinfection towel, she almost cried when she smelled a strange smell.

"I'm not here to see you and then bring you back. I'm here to find you."

Her voice was hoarse after crying, and she said calmly, looking at him with red and bright watery eyes, "I'm here to find you, wherever you go in the future, wherever I go, it doesn't matter where I go."

Mo Huaiyuan's body stiffened slightly, closed the cabinet door, and looked at her side.

It is still this outline that looks the most like him, occupying almost all of her life memories, the most familiar but hard to let go.

She watched helplessly, and looked at him approaching.

His expression was slightly depressed, his eyes were cold and cruel, and he stood still. Because of his many years of joining the army, his body was still straight and straight, which made people feel heart-pounding. He lowered his eyes to look at her like a cold sword.

"Do you know that?"

tangp>

An Ran suddenly felt a fishy and sweet throat, and his heart was so painful. He looked at him and nodded.

"Then you should know that we are enemies now, An Ran, I am willing to let you in and settle you in, and keep you clean up, and keep you from getting on the fire, and don't take revenge on you. You should know how difficult it is. You also want to say, are you here to find me?"

An Ran trembled all over when he heard this sentence.

She could understand his state of mind at this moment, and when he saw her, what was in his eyes and heart.

"Yes," she turned around, opened her arms and wrapped them around him, looked at him with bright eyes, and raised her head, "I'll come to find you."

"You can't drive me away from now on. You have been following me for so many years. I am willing to follow you now, not because of guilt or because I want to repay you... I can't explain that feeling clearly. Can you understand? I can't let my family, my future, my work and identity go, but I can't let you go."

An Ran has never been a person who can think of everything so thoroughly. She couldn't think of why, but could only tell him what she wanted to do. From the moment she knew the truth to now, she only had such a strongest idea to find him, follow him, and I will accompany you.

Mo Huaiyuan's cold eyes trembled slightly.

Um.

Very beautiful love words.

He always thought that this little woman who was spoiled to the sky would never learn to say such words. Who taught her? She learned it herself?

But, it's too late.

The touching moment in his heart was just a moment. When he opened his eyes to look at her again, the shadow of that person remained on her body, and all the past he had passed for twenty-six years was reflected in her eyes.

After pursing his lips, he gently took out the cigarette box on his body, sucked another one and lit it gently.

He never smoked in front of her, knowing that she hated and couldn't stand the smell of smoke. Now, thinking about herself at that time, how naive and stupid she was.

Her tall and upright figure took her one step closer.

This was the most ambiguous and intimate distance. An Ran was in a daze for a moment, not thinking about retreating at all, but just remembering his kiss and the smell of love.

"Don't you admire my perseverance and determination? An Ran, I did not shoot him without regard for the consequences, or trap you here and ask you to be on the streets of another place," his smoking finger gently passed through the hair on her forehead, and his red eyes stared at her, "What are you going to do with me? Do you comfort me with my previous needs?"

In his low voice, there was a hint of undetectable tremor, and he glanced up and down at her.

This body is not that attractive, but he has been greedy for so many years.

His voice is really hoarse.

"Kan Ran, even if you take off your hair and stand in front of me, you still have to think about it. When I look at it, I will feel disgusted if I think of myself who did those things to you."

He almost devoted his life to her, and then he realized that she was the daughter of his enemy. Whenever he thought of those, Mo Huaiyuan felt that he could not face it.

He really gave up on her.

His eyes became even more scarier, as bloody as he stared at her, looking deeper, took a sip of cigarette, and said in a low voice: "Let's go... go farther, while I still have patience and rationality... don't force me to get angry..."

The last kindness he could do to her was just not hate her.

After saying that, he turned around and returned to the room.

After listening to everything he said in a daze, the chest was so tight that she was crying. After a while, she wiped away the tears from her face.

But, she felt relieved.

It's great that she can stand in front of him and listen to him say these things, and if she doesn't come, who will he tell him about his hatred and his feelings that he wants to vent but cannot?

So even if she felt that the words were hurt, she would be willing to suffer, at least she knew that he should have a temporary feeling in his heart and felt a little bit better.

He closed his eyes hard, his eyes full of warmth. Her prince and her Mo Huaiyuan.

He raised his head and felt the strong sense of security and belonging in this dim little house. He took the broom, swept the floor clean, and put it back.

Walk over and look at him.
Chapter completed!