Qian Tuantuan left at 3:52 in the afternoon.

The warm sunlight shines on the bed through the window, giving the person on the bed a warm golden light.

Her pupils were a little dilated, but her voice was surprisingly energetic.

"Sister Wen Chu." She said, "Peking opera is really beautiful!"

After a pause, he whispered again: "Thank you, sister Wen Chu!"

Qian Tuantuan blinked her eyes, she could hardly see clearly.

There was a vague figure standing in front of the bed, and she heard a low sobbing sound.

She moved her fingers, as if to wipe away the tears for that person. Her voice was low, with the tenderness of a teenage girl, crisp and sweet, but also light and airy as if it would be blown away by the wind.

She said: "If mom doesn't cry, Tuan Tuan won't feel uncomfortable."

The sun is so warm, she thought,

It's a pity that I can't see it anymore.

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Wen Chu has never been a sentimental person, but for some reason today, she just felt like a big stone was weighing on her heart, so heavy that she couldn't breathe.

When Lu Jingci arrived, he saw a scene like this. The little girl was sitting on a chair in the corridor with her head lowered, covering her face with her hands, intertwined with the dark blue behind her, as if she was about to be swallowed up, but

Because of this, he felt flustered.

Suddenly being hugged, Wen Chu was stunned for a moment. The familiar breath that hit her face made her relax her vigilance for a second. She buried herself in the man's arms, her voice was muffled and trembling.

"Lu Jingci..."

One sentence, three words, Lu Jingci felt his heart throbbing in pain. He hugged the little girl tightly, trying to suppress the panic in his heart.

He said: "Yeah, I'm here."

Wen Chu tightened his grip on the man's clothes: "Tuan Tuan, let's go."

Lu Jingci ruffled her hair: "I know."

Wen Chu said nothing and let Lu Jingci hold her.

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"You came from the set and haven't eaten yet. I'll cook it for you." Wen Chu put down his bag and was about to go into the kitchen. Before Lu Jingci could answer, he added, "How about egg fried rice? I can't cook it either.

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Lu Jingci, who had no chance to say a word, said: "...Okay."

This was the first time Lu Jingci came to Wen Chu's home. It was small and very cozy. He sat on the sofa and listened to the sounds from the kitchen. He felt peaceful in his heart. He was used to racing against time every day. This

It seems to be particularly special at this time.

Suddenly, there was an exclamation from the kitchen, and Lu Jingci rushed into the kitchen without thinking.

"What's wrong?" he asked hurriedly.

The little girl turned around, her eyes were red, and she raised her hand to show him. There was a scratch mark on it, and blood was pouring out. The moment she opened her mouth, her tears were uncontrollable.

"Lu Jingci...I got the row..."

The little girl's voice was choked with sobs and she was so aggrieved that Lu Jingci felt like his heart was about to melt.

He hurriedly stepped forward, took Wen Chu to the living room, wiped away the blood with a tissue, took out a band-aid from his bag, and wrapped it gently for her.

"Okay, okay, it's okay. You'll be fine in a few days." He comforted softly.

Wen Chu is not a hypocritical person, she has never been, but at this moment she felt sad for no reason. The feeling was numb and heavy, spreading to all her limbs. At a certain moment, she suddenly collapsed. In an instant,

All the emotions were like a flood that had opened, rushing to swallow her up.

Lu Jingci was hugged fiercely. The little girl hugged his waist and buried her head in his arms. Her shoulders were shaking and she couldn't even speak clearly.
Chapter completed!