later.

It was still raining in the sky, and the hazy rain flowed down the windows and gathered into fine lines.

Han Yurou was wearing headphones and doing questions, while Rong Jincheng kept chatting in the ward.

It seemed like he was walking very slowly that day, and Han Yurou didn't know how long Rong Jincheng had said.

I just know that he is really noisy.

She was convinced that a man could talk so much.

The table in the ward is not far from the window. Sometimes Han Yurou would raise her head, with a blurred and dazed look in her eyes.

It seemed that she was still in school.

I like to lie on the table and have a long dream on the rainy day. There are flowers, bright moons, and streams in the dream.

Everything is beautiful.

Rong Jincheng probably really drank a lot and said surprisingly.

"Which high school did you go to?" Rong Jincheng jumped to her and asked.

"Beijing No. 1 Middle School."

"Such a coincidence, so is me, good senior sister."

Although Han Yurou is two years older than him, because Han Yurou skipped one level, she didn't know that there was a junior named "Rong Jincheng".

"Why didn't I meet you back then? If I met you, I would chase you."

There was a condensed indifferent curve at the corner of Han Yurou's mouth. She didn't make any sound and continued to read the book.

The transparent windows are already blurred, and you can no longer see the scenery outside from the inside.

I only know that the night is getting darker.

The wall clock on the wall is "tick" and "tick" and moves around, very mechanically.

The desk lamp emitted a shiny light, and circles of halos hit Han Yurou's fair face.

She looked down and looked like a student who had not graduated. She was wearing a loose hospital gown and a light blue hairband on her head.

I don’t know when Rong Jincheng became quiet.

He sat on the sofa not far away, and did nothing, so he held his cheek and looked at Han Yurou silently.

His drunken eyes were a little clear light, and his eyes were always on Han Yurou's face.

She looks...so beautiful.

Long eyelashes, oval face, willow-leaf eyebrows.

The rain has not stopped.

The sky was dark and there was no light, just like she walked on the muddy road that year, looking for directions.

Yaya jumped out of nowhere, she jumped wisely onto the sofa and then into Rong Jincheng's arms.

Because Rong Jincheng's clothes are warm.

Rong Jincheng giggled: "Little guy, I still know how to get into my arms. Your smartness is like that young lady."

Rong Jincheng looked at Han Yurou with his eyes.

Yaya kept hiking into Rong Jincheng's suit, sticking her butt out.

Rong Jincheng grabbed it and stared at it: "It's cold? If it's cold, I'll wrap you a blanket."

He really covered Yaya with a thick blanket.

Yaya kicked her legs with grievance.

When Han Yurou heard the movement, she hurriedly got up, lifted the blanket on Yaya's body, and got angry at Rong Jincheng: "Do you know that this will suffocate it? Do you have common sense?!"

Yaya was lying on the sofa and didn't dare to move. She felt so wronged.

Rong Jincheng's mouth moved: "I don't know... I have never kept a pet."

"Pets are like children. Children will feel uncomfortable when they put on blankets, let alone pets."

"I have never raised a child."

"You!" Han Yurou said nothing, talking to the duck, "It's so stupid."

Han Yurou carried the frightened Yaya back and stopped giving it to Rong Jincheng.
Chapter completed!