She leaned into his arms with her pillow.

"I hope you are fine," she pursed her lips, holding his hand that was not very flexible, and her slender fingers were inserted into his fingers. The fingers were intertwined, which was a heart that had been unchanging for four years. "Just like you desperately long for me to live, just like you are disgusted and give up on yourself because I die, like the wind, I hope that no matter whether I am here or I am not here, you can live well, so that life and life can shine. Even for me, can you promise me?"

"I can't." He saw her hugging in his arms, and his chin was pressed against her shoulder and shook her hard, "I can't, Ah Jian."

In the past four years, he was not unaware that he had made all his relatives and friends who cared about him worry, but he was really unable to take care of those things. As soon as he thought that there would be no one named Zhao Jian in this world, his heart seemed to be cut open and chopped up, so painful that he could not breathe, and he had no energy at all.

He could only complain and give up on himself, be an incompetent self. He just wanted to stay with the only little thought left by Zhao Jian, and he was really powerless to take care of other things.

Zhao Jian frowned. She left the words back then because she was afraid that he would give up on himself. But now when she thinks about them, she feels very glad.

If I hadn't left a message, Ji Rufeng wouldn't know if he was there today.

However, in the face of such Ji Rufeng, she didn't know what to say.

The man took her to his arms, "Stop leaving me anymore, I will no longer be soft-hearted to other women."

This sound of asking for something and begging made Zhao Jian remember the man's lofty appearance when he first met. Finally, one day he was willing to bend down quietly.

Just for her.

"Okay." she said.

The man's lips were printed on, and the gentle kiss was less plundering and possession as if he had always been stormy four years ago. Now, he is more gentle, but also purer.

The next morning, Zhao Jian was about to get up.

Ji Rufeng took out two sets of clothes from the closet, "Wear this?"

Zhao Jian took a look and found that it was his favorite blue. His shirt was a shirt. She could imagine how proud and self-supervised this person would look when he put it on. Hers was a blue knee-length skirt with a brooch on her chest, which was unique and elegant, and she liked it very much.

However, Zhao Jian was a little speechless, "If you don't go out today, shouldn't you wear it simply and casually?"

Jiang Chengen said that the utensils would be delivered this afternoon at the earliest, so she had nothing to do today and was preparing to spend time with Huanhuan at home. Ji Rufeng had been rehabilitating for several days and was not going to the hospital today. She also wanted to spend time with her family. The two even made an appointment to help Xiao Pudding take a shower. It was too inappropriate to wear this.

The man pressed his chin against her shoulders and rubbed it there, "But we haven't worn couple outfits yet."

Almost in an instant, the smell of the man swept her. The faint smell of sweat after the morning run was mixed with the male's extremely aggressive hormonal aura, and the helpless, pleading, and a little angry coquettish act, which made Zhao Jian's ears turn red in an instant.

"Couple outfit... Ji Rufeng Are you an 18-year-old boy? Such a girlish heart?"
Chapter completed!